Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 512: Charlie’s Angels Chapter 512: Charlie’s Angels “`@@novelbin@@

Giggles and laughter, cheerful conversation.

Both Kelsey and Beckham, seasoned veterans unfazed by the unusual, chatted and laughed as they moved along, even swaying with the music—it was clear they were very comfortable.

As they continued forward, Li Wei pulled Mahomes aside to lag behind slightly, creating a bit of distance, “Sherlock, I think we should leave.”

Confused, Mahomes asked, “Why?”

That said, Mahomes was careful not to glance around; his neck stiff and his eyes forward, afraid that he might inadvertently see something bizarre.

Li Wei noticed and said seriously, “Your relationship with Brittany is special.”

“You know, in our daily team training, on the way to away games, there are way too many temptations, and even those with families mess around—it’s all too common.”

“Seeking thrills isn’t hard; just take a stroll around the hotel lobby or a bar, and you can easily fall into bad company.

But a bond like yours that has lasted from school until now is rare, something those selfish, immature people can’t have.”

That’s precisely why Houston had told the team not to lead Mahomes astray.

Usually, the team joked around with Mahomes, but Houston intercepted them all.

This was a rare sight in an NFL team.

Off the field, the sports world is rife with conflicts and temptations that many often overlook, going with the flow, where sentiments like “everyone’s doing it, why can’t I?” or “if everyone else is, me refusing would be odd,” lead to the slow loss of innocence, loyalty, and determination.

However, these are not bad qualities; far from it, they should be affirmed.

Mahomes still maintained these excellent qualities, and like Houston, Li Wei wanted to preserve them as much as possible.

After all, they were becoming a scarce commodity.

Mahomes was taken aback, but clearly half-drunk and unable to keep up, asked, “What if I wanted to be selfish and childish just once?”

“How do you think my new image would be?”

Li Wei took a deep breath and showed a helpless smile, “Then I would shut my mouth in front of Brittany.”

Mahomes chuckled, “Thanks, bro.”

Li Wei shook his head helplessly, “Don’t mention it.

Because if Brittany finds out, she’ll 100% blame me, saying I led you astray.

God, I don’t want to face such an accusation, so I’ll keep quiet, and you’d better not reveal anything to Brittany either.”

“Okay, okay.

Uh, wait, is that…

Jay-Z, God!”

Before he could finish, Mahomes’s attention had already been swept away.

Following Mahomes’s gaze, Li Wei saw a tall, sturdy African American man still wearing sunglasses in the early hours of the morning, with a particularly eye-catching gold chain on his neck, nearly distracting from his thick lips—as soon as he showed up, he undoubtedly became the center of attention—

It was as if he was the real star of the party, with Beckham, the host, and the Super Bowl Champion Kansas City Chiefs all sidelined.

That was the representative of East Coast hip-hop music in the United States, Jay-Z.

But Li Wei was exceptionally calm, lacking the excitement and ebullience he had in Minneapolis; after a night seeing different stars come and go, he now had immunity.

Compared to Jay-Z, the old arcade game on the street just now was more attractive.

In fact, Li Wei couldn’t quite remember the last time he played an arcade game; but once he sat down, the muscle memory came back—

Those buttons, those combinations, those tricks, and those special moves, while slightly rusty, had not been completely forgotten, allowing him to relive the joys of childhood.

Then.

At that moment, a commotion came from the pool table behind him.

“Jay, Jay!”

“Security just called, Beyoncé drove a Range Rover right through the front gate.”

One second, two seconds.

A brief silence fell over the game room, contrasting with the thunderous electronic dance music from the next room, highlighting the stillness here.

Li Wei, puzzled, turned around and saw Jay-Z’s face, now devoid of its former cool and arrogance.

Even behind sunglasses, the tension in his jawline and the slight tremble of his double chin were visible.

The next second.

“Evacuate!” Jay-Z shouted.

“Everyone!

No one is safe.”

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Wait, what do you mean?

Beyoncé?

Jay-Z’s wife, Beyoncé?

Pop diva Beyoncé?

But, why is no one safe?

Jay-Z had no intention of explaining, tossing a bombshell like that was generous enough, and with that, Jay-Z turned and dashed out through the back door like a streak of smoke, his figure not at all cumbersome, vanishing in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a Corgi butt-like silhouette.

Meanwhile, the crowd exploded.

One by one, they scattered like headless flies, the scenes of a Hollywood disaster movie playing out before their eyes.

Li Wei: ???

After all, this was the first time Li Wei had attended such a party, and he was clueless about those names that constantly appeared in gossip headlines; he had no idea what was going on.

Is this, normal?

“Travis…”

Li Wei saw Kelsey, called out, and was about to ask some questions when Kelsey had no time to answer, hastily shouting “Run” to Li Wei before turning and rushing out.

In “Jurassic World,” the scene wasn’t much different when the T-Rex broke out of its cage.

Catching a glimpse in his peripheral vision, Li Wei noticed the crisis Kelsey faced; before he could shout “Travis,” a figure passed by Kelsey and with one push sent Kelsey splashing into the swimming pool.

Splash.

Kelsey performed a swan falling into the water.

Flailing in the water, Li Wei didn’t have time to pay attention to Kelsey—after all, the pool wasn’t deep, his feet could touch the bottom, he should be safe; Li Wei’s attention was drawn by the roaring that arose.

Bang.

The door was kicked open.

Literally, the door fell askew, and the figure of a Charlie’s Angel emerged, radiating a ferocious aura from head to toe.

“Jay.”

She called out, not loud, even somewhat low, but all the more terrifying, sounding like a whisper from the depths of hell.

“Jay.”

“Jay!”

Then.

“Shawn-Corey-Carter!”

A bolt from the blue!

An echo that lingers for days!

It took a moment for Li Wei to realize that the name mentioned was Jay-Z’s real name.

So, the gallant and fierce lady before him must be Beyoncé, with a gaze powerful enough to shut down the Terminator T1000.

Sweeping her eyes across the room, Beyoncé immediately spotted Li Wei sitting obediently in front of the street arcade machine.

“Where’s Jay-Z?”

Li Wei’s eyes widened, his face the picture of innocence, “He’s not in the game room.”

He was telling the truth, one hundred percent.

Beyoncé gave Li Wei a sharp look, confirming that he wasn’t lying and that he didn’t know where Jay-Z had gone, then strode away.

“David.”

“David…”

“Don’t make me call Victoria.”

That calm voice could definitely compete with the guy from “Saw” with the chainsaw, the entire garden fell silent, every helpless and frail soul shivered.

The only question in Li Wei’s mind: Where did Beckham run off to?