The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!

LeBron followed Diddy into the house, looking around curiously, wanting to see how the top dogs of the entertainment circle's rooms differed from his own.

Diddy stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, just watching him, and even turned on the sound system by the door. The room was instantly filled with his music.

LeBron unconsciously nodded his head to the music.

Seeing him walk towards the edge of the bed, Diddy followed suit and casually shut the door behind them.

LeBron did not notice Diddy's action.

He was completely captivated by the luxury of Diddy's room.

At that moment, Diddy suddenly moved closer, his tone suggestive as he asked LeBron, "How is it, LeBron, my room, it didn't disappoint you, did it?"

LeBron nodded; it was indeed luxurious.

But at that moment, he felt something weird.

A River Crab Divine Beast passed by...

"What are you doing?"

LeBron was startled and pushed Diddy away.

Diddy, however, very experienced, spread his hands out, "Nothing, LeBron, don't be nervous, I just wanted to let you know how your idol usually interacts with his fans!"

Fxxk!

LeBron's expression turned ugly, but Diddy's status in the entertainment industry made it difficult for him to confront him directly. He tried to force a smile, "Sorry, Diddy, my orientation is very normal, this is something I cannot accept!"

With that, he walked towards the door.

"$30 million, LeBron, if you're willing, $30 million!" Diddy's voice rang out again.

The price was offered!

"Sorry!" LeBron just wanted to leave now.

"$50 million, LeBron, I can give you $50 million!"

The door opened, and LeBron had already left, as Diddy called out with another offer, but LeBron still hurried away. Watching his hasty steps, Diddy continued to call out after him:

"$60 million, even more, LeBron, as long as you're willing, I can give it all to you."

His shouting did not receive a response from LeBron, but it caused another room's door to open; Kanye came out, gave Diddy a look, then looked in the direction Diddy had gone. He recognized that silhouette; it was LeBron.

Diddy wasn't embarrassed at all. He even peeked into Kanye's bedroom, confirmed there was a woman inside, made a "have a good time" gesture, and went back into his own room.

West looked back at the retreating figure of LeBron and muttered to himself:

"Diddy, this idiot, is getting more and more perverted!"

To think he's after James, isn't this insanity? What else could it be?

"Kanye, what are you doing?"

A urging voice came from the room; it was none other than Kim Kardashian. Initially, she thought West opened the door because chatting wasn't satisfying enough and wanted to find someone to join in for a deeper conversation.

Such was the way of parties in the United States!

She had grown accustomed to it.

But, seeing no one for a long time.

She thought West had left her to join the deep interactions of others.

Fuming, she had come out to find him.

Only to see West standing idly at the doorway alone.

"No, nothing..."

The door closed, and the two of them began their deep interaction.

Meanwhile, Diddy in the master bedroom had turned on the cameras in each room, naturally including the one in West and Kim Kardashian's room.

Watching these people interact deeply, while he entered into a conversation with himself.

This was his hobby.

But, as he watched them, all Diddy could think of was the way LeBron was moving at the party; he dialed Jay-Z's number: "Buddy, can you talk to LeBron for me..."

Speaking of LeBron, he had immediately left Diddy's room and the city itself, not even greeting Jay-Z and Beyonce.

He got in the car and had Richie Paul buy him the quickest flight back to Miami; he needed to escape this city as fast as possible.

Richie Paul, seeing his unsettled demeanor, curiously asked, "What happened, did you not enjoy your time with Diddy?"

LeBron glared at him fiercely, making him afraid to speak again.

But he was a bit puzzled; LeBron and Diddy weren't supposed to have an unpleasant encounter.

Even more curious was...

During the drive, he accidentally touched LeBron, who reacted as if he were electrocuted; he almost jumped out of his skin: "What are you doing? Don't touch me, dammit!"

Richie Paul had not anticipated such a strong reaction from LeBron.

Now he was even more curious about what had happened at the party.

Just as the car reached the airport, LeBron's phone rang, and Richie Paul glanced at the display when he picked it up:

Jay-Z!

That was LeBron's good brother.

LeBron usually answered his calls promptly.

But this time, LeBron hesitated. After everyone, including Richie Paul, got out of the car, he finally pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

His voice was heavy, making Jay-Z scratch his head on the other end of the phone.

He had convinced lots of women to become hookers.

But to persuade a man to be a gigolo, and for another man at that, was a first-time experience...

Especially since that person was officially his good brother.

"When did you leave, LeBron? I didn't even know you had gone."

"It's okay, I had some stuff to take care of, so I left early."

"Okay, Diddy..."

"Don't talk to me about him, Jay, if we are still brothers," LeBron's stress-induced response came.

This gave Jay even more of a tingling sensation on his scalp, but he thought of what he should say now: "Seems like that guy did the same to you too!"

"He's done this to others?" LeBron sounded surprised.