Chapter 318 The Gangster Disciples

For nightclubs like this one with only one floor, the VIP area is easy to find, probably at the position with the best view of the dance floor, but not necessarily, some stores will set up some box booths in relatively quiet and private places.

The light was too dim and the music was too loud. He went around a row, but he didn't see Mariah Carey. The VIP area was no longer crowded, but when he got closer to identify him, he was recognized by others.

"Hey, is that person who just passed by APLUS?" A black girl behind his head asked hesitantly.

"You've been too obsessed with him lately, please drink less, Bichi." Her female companion scolded with a smile.

Song Ya became more and more upset as she searched, and pressed the call button again.

"Speak up, where are you?" He put the earpiece on one ear as much as possible, covered the other side with his hand, and asked loudly.

"Northeast corner!" The female assistant replied, "We are in the northeast corner, the biggest one!"

"OK."

He put down the phone and rushed to the northeast corner. At this time, he met a half-sized man. He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him. He looked back after he missed him. The other party didn't notice him. The back of the companion disappeared in the aisle leading to the bathroom.

Squeezed to the destination, the VIP booth where Mariah Carey is located is round, although it is semi-closed, but only a small corner is opened, the inside cannot be seen from the outside, and the privacy is very high. noticed.

"Hey, here is the VIP..."

When he got closer, he was stopped by the security guard. The other party saw his face clearly, put down his hand on his chest, and backed away, "APLUS is here." He put the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said.

The familiar boy just now made Song Ya suddenly very anxious for some reason. When he walked in, he saw Mariah Carey sitting in the middle of the round sofa like a group of old black stars. She was already very drunk, "APLUS !" She raised her wine glass to Song Ya, and pushed away the sad-faced female assistant beside her, "Come and sit down, I'm treating you today!"

"APLUS, welcome." A fat black man stood up and greeted him, stretching out his fist.

It was Dave Hall, the producer of Uptown Records. Song Ya could only fist bump with him first, "Dave, are you helping Miss Kelly make a single?"

"Hey..." Dave Hall laughed and said, "I haven't made a final decision yet."

A producer of a small record label is so expensive? When he had the opportunity to make a single for the popular DIVA, Song Ya glanced at Mariah Carey, who was flirting with him. He felt that the guy in front of him just wanted to catch the popular DIVA, and then got it out for his brothers. Show off in front of you.

Motura also agrees with the judgment of these people on the streets of New York. These guys are the low-spirited embryos with the upper brains of gold bugs. They got so drunk when they invited DIVA to this kind of place.

"I have something to do with Miss Kelly, I'm sorry." He didn't want to waste any more time, and walked over to hold Mariah Carey's hand, "Let's go."

"Don't go!" She pouted like a little girl and leaned back on her seat, "Come and drink with me!"

"Hey, APLUS, why don't you save us some face?" The bragging daddy in the corner was also there, lying half-lying with his arms on the back of the sofa, looking like a big guy.

"I have something to say to Miss Kelly."

Song Ya knew that on the streets of Harlem, he couldn't be seen as a small record company intern, "It's urgent, sorry."

Now Mariah Carey let him pull, "What's the matter?" Drunkly followed her to the outside of the booth.

Song Ya pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear: "I want you, now." There was no way but to trick her away first with a beauty trick.

"Little pervert."

Mariah Carey's face was flushed from drinking, and a cloud of clouds flew across her face. In her current state, just a casual tease made her feel spring. Looking back at the booth, the female assistant was already packing her bag and coat. , "Then what should she do? Recently, she is almost inseparable from me,

Tommy must have made her do it. "

"I have a way." Song Ya fooled, anyway, get the person away first.

"Okay." Mariah Carey shouted happily: "I'll buy all the wine! I'm happy today!"

"..."

The men and women in the nightclub burst into cheers. Song Ya held her forehead and was about to pull her away, but when she turned around, she found the annoying Jodeci quartet and Mary Blige surrounded her.

"YO! APLUS! I never thought you would dare to come here alone..."

K-Ci put his arms around Mary Blige and shouted in a strange tone. He even shook the walkie-talkie in his hand triumphantly. He should have been notified by security.

"How do you say it?" Song Ya scowled.

"It's nothing, I admire your courage." Several people smiled happily.

"Hey, APLUS." A hand was pressed on his shoulder from behind, it was Puff Daddy, "It's just right, let's play freestyle?"

"Yeah!" The people in Dave Hall's booth also surrounded him and started clamoring.

"I don't play this..." Song Ya's heart sank, everything went well recently, and she just plunged into this nightclub without thinking much, it seemed a bit reckless.

"No guts!" Mary Blige started again, "You are a fake packaged by a big company!"

"WhereIsTheLove woohoo, MamaWhereIsTheLove..."

K-Ci put his hands on his eyes and acted like a child wiping tears, "Whoa...I'm so scared, what should I do mama?"

"Fxxk..."

Song Ya cursed, and pulled Mariah Carey around them, not intending to respond.

"Hey! Everybody!"

Diddy yelled, "Hey, DJ! Stop it, stop it." He took the walkie-talkie from K-Ci, and soon, the music in the nightclub stopped, and there was a whimper of unidentified men and women.

Someone sent a microphone.

Sweat was dripping from Song Ya's forehead, and he began to look for the figure of Old Mike in the crowd. Fortunately, the old white man who was quite conspicuous among the young black men was squeezing towards him.

"We have a distinguished guest here today! APLUS!" Puff Daddy pointed at Song Ya, and shouted into the microphone: "We in Harlem should welcome him well!"

"Ho!" Everyone's attention was attracted.

"APLUS! APLUS! Sure enough, it's him, so I said I was right!"

A lot of girls start screaming, and it looks like he has a lot of fans in Harlem.

"Come on, APLUS, let's go there." Puff Daddy smiled and pointed to the small stage in the distance with the microphone.

"I don't have time." Song Ya felt as if this guy had come to life. In the previous conflicts with them, he was obviously the calmest one. Maybe because he returned to Uptown Records and helped Mary Blige and Jodeci out The album has also achieved some success, and now he no longer needs to be so cautious.

"Fxxk!" K-Ci yelled, "You think you can escape? You son of a bitch!"

He was the first to run and jump onto the stage, "Yo, today I will teach APLUS brothers and sisters a lesson. Listen up, they are from Chicago, don't! Think! 'Walking in New York'! Right?!"

He used another line of song Ya's lyrics, which well mobilized the regional complex of New Yorkers, "Yeah!" People began to echo loudly, and they all began to gather on the stage.

"Go up APLUS, go!" The other three members of jodeci began to push and push.

"Hey, be careful!" Song Ya couldn't help but push back, pushing one of them back a few times.

"FXXK!"

"FXXKYOU!"

The two sides scolded a few words, "Hey hey!" Mariah Carey, who didn't know the grievances between the two sides, stood in front of Song Ya, "They are all my friends, OK? Now, there should be no swearing or violence here."

She pointed at Dave Hall and Puff Daddy in warning.

"OK." Puff Daddy shrugged his shoulders. Sony Columbia Records still wanted to sell the face of DIVA, and the situation eased.

Love you, Mimi... Song Ya was so moved that she sniffled.

"APLUS, come on! Get rid of him!" Mariah Carey handed the microphone to her.

"..."

"I believe in you, you are the best, come on! Go!"

You see how I will teach you the best lesson when I look back!

Shaking off her hand, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk onto the stage.

"Everyone, everyone, one minute, who will come first?" Puff Daddy followed up and stood between the two of them, Song Ya curled her lips and gave it to K-Ci. Spin it up quickly, compose it now, and sing it now later. Damn it, he glanced at the venue. Fortunately, there should be no cameras. Even if he shows up later, he doesn't have to worry about being videotaped.

The DJ started playing the standard accompaniment with a strong rhythm, "Hey hey!" K-Ci started, "Brothers and sisters standing in front of me is a bitch, a bitch packaged by a big company, I slept with his bitch, said he It's useless..."

K-Ci pointed at Song Ya and kept gesticulating, "The one in front of you is a coward, a coward who is bluffing under the name of GD, I pointed a gun at his head, brothers and sisters! In the situation..."

"White man's doll, M-FXXK mongrel..."

"Little Lowry and his brother! The same is from GD! We have already received our response, and now I can't even get out of bed and live like a dead bug!"

Song Ya's eyes turned cold, and he clenched his teeth unconsciously.

"Whoah! Whoa! Well done K-Ci!" The minute was up and Diddy took over the mic.

The audience in the audience may listen very well, but the feeling of being pointed at and scolded on the stage is completely different. Not only can you not show a little weakness, but you have to keep thinking about the words and sentences to respond, and you must take care of the rhyme.

Fortunately, Apocalypse cheats are meticulous...

"APLUS, it's your turn." Puff Daddy directed the audience's attention to himself.

The repeated simple accompaniment, the cheers of the audience, K-Ci on the opposite side is interacting with the audience triumphantly, and Mariah Carey twisting her body to the music on the side of the stage, and the audience is looking at her worriedly old Mike.

"APLUS?" Puff Daddy added, "on! It's all up to you."

"Scum Gang..."

Song Ya pushed the microphone switch, first stretched out the pitch and roared to the sky, then coughed a few times to make adjustments to make her voice more violent and explosive, finding the right time, "Yo, APLUS, talkyourshit."

Niggas don't want no parts, it's rundown season, hold it down

It's only the squad

He also pointed at K-Ci, "They say when they see met they gon' wet me

'Twet shit!

They say when they see met they gon' testme

't said shit!

They said when they see met they gon' robme

'ttook shit!

They said when they see me I'marun

Idon't duck, bitch! "

Sentences became more ruthless, he approached as he sang, put his forehead against the opponent's forehead, and stared at this guy fiercely.

All that talking, boy, stop!

Heard youdancing, boy, stop!

Needalesson, boy, stop!

, boy, stop!

Quit that popping, boy, stop!

I know what's cracking, boy, stop!

What you jacking? Boy, stop!

What you saying? Boy, stop!

A series of explosive side-by-side comparisons, saliva sprayed on the opponent's face, the opponent wanted to hide, but did not want to show weakness, so he had to keep looking at him, his lips were tensed and endured.

Making a standard shooting gesture, the tip of the index finger is pressed against the opponent's temple.

All that talking that you doing gon' get your boy shot!

Allthemhollowstohischestgon'makehisheartstop!

Putthat.30inyourface, like, "What'sinyourspot?

Run that bitch!

run that cash!

fxxkwithusyoucannot!

FxxkYou, Fxxker!

fxxker! m-fxxk!

The muscles of his face were completely distorted, and he was spraying dirt on the guy in front of him.

K-Ci couldn't bear it any longer, and pushed him away, but the 1.9-meter tall man was so easy to push, he himself took half a step back.

"Okay, one minute!" Puff Daddy separated the two, "It's very exciting, wow, very exciting APLUS. Ho!" He wiped his forehead and made a movement of sweating, "Take me all Make your blood boil."

"I just say you are the best, APLUS!" Mariah Carey shouted there like a little girl.

"K-Ci..." Diddy motioned to K-Ci.

"Yo..." This guy completely lost his momentum, and he yoked a few times, "You son of a bitch... M-Fxxk... Nah..."

Although it was his home stadium, there was still a wave of booing from the crowd.

Song Ya stared at him and sneered and continued to exert psychological pressure.

"Okay, okay, it looks like our K-Ci is a little tired, let's send the next one." Puff Daddy is indeed a bit of a man, "Biggie! It's your turn." He turned to the side of the stage A big black man who looked a lot like Tony waved his hand.

"Hey, isn't it over?" Song Ya took the opportunity to complain, but Tianqi only gave himself one song, and he couldn't use it twice.

"Don't spoil the fun, APLUS..." Puff Daddy handed the microphone to the big black guy.

Song Ya shook his head. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a familiar flower headscarf somewhere off the stage.

Huh, flower headscarf? It took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses and take a closer look. Under the flickering lights of the nightclub, the familiar middle-aged man and his companion had already put on the flower headscarf that they didn't have just now, and were taking something out of their arms. No, the six-pointed star is GD's style.

Song Ya remembered where he had seen this kid, outside the office of Lao Qiao Music, and Big Boss Kenneth was there at the time.

"Damn it!"

He dropped the microphone, ran back a few steps, and threw himself at Mariah Carey.

'boom! '

With a gunshot, the noise of the people stopped abruptly, leaving only the endless drumbeat. Song Ya threw Mariah Carey under her body and held her down tightly.

"The Gangster Disciples! For Lowry!"

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