America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

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Just past noon, Martin woke up on time, feeling refreshed after a little fatigue was swept away. After taking a shower, he was back to being full of energy.

He had a specially prepared nutritious lunch outside before getting into the Escalade Bruce brought over, heading straight for Malibu.

Leonardo had bought a vacation villa in the beach area, which he normally didn't live in but used exclusively for parties.

By the time Martin arrived, the villa was filled with beautiful women.

All tall models with blonde or brown hair, definitely above the standard in looks.

You may not trust Leonardo's fidelity, but his taste is impeccable.

Martin changed his clothes, wearing only swim trunks, and headed to the villa's backyard, which faced the beach.

Leonardo, wearing a pair of cotton shorts, came up to greet him, "Welcome, my friend, enjoy the party to the fullest."

Looking over the beach, there were at least thirty or forty beautiful women, topless.

And very few men.

Martin saw Nicholson surrounded by beauties, as well as Spider-Man, a.k.a. Leonardo's close buddy Tobey Maguire.

And then there was him and Leonardo.

Leonardo opened his arms and ran toward a tent, where a bunch of objects were covered by a canvas. He shouted as he ran, "Ladies, Los Angeles's No. 1 hot man is here, don't you welcome him?"

About twenty or thirty female models ran over, their long legs demonstrating the relationship between headlight shaking and earthquakes, catching everyone's attention.

Shaking and swaying, the atmosphere turned artistic.

The headlights lit up the art!

They quickly went under the tent.

Leonardo lifted the canvas, grabbed a long plastic gun first, pointed it towards Martin, and commanded, "Attack with the fiercest firepower!"

Dozens of beautiful women picked up guns and, under Leonardo's leadership, charged at Martin.

Martin turned and ran, shouting, "Fuck! This isn't fair! Where's my gun?"

What met him were dozens of jets of water.

Leonardo raised his water gun and sprayed Martin while commanding, "Emma, lead your team around from the left! Anna, take your squad around from the right! The rest, follow me, let's chase that scumbag Martin into the sea."

Martin, covering his head, fled in panic, his rippling muscles gleaming in the sunlight after being sprayed with water.

From among the onlookers not far away, a blonde girl remarked, "Damn, he's hot!"

Another replied, "Theresa, if you want to help him then hurry over, no one's helping now, you could make an impression on him."

Theresa Palmer, who had just come over from Australia at 19 years old and was a seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry, having acted in her first lead role in a movie before she even turned ten, recognized the Hollywood star being ambushed: "Melissa, that's Martin Davis! The hero of Los Angeles."

"And one of Hollywood's hottest young male stars." Melbourne's own Melissa George picked up the water gun at her feet, tossed it to Theresa, and grabbed another one, "Don't miss this chance, go for it!"

Theresa grabbed an extra long water gun and ran toward Martin, her unabashed headlights swinging back and forth as she moved.

"Over here!" she shouted at Martin, "We're your backup!"

Martin, hearing the shout, saw a blonde girl who resembled Stuart running towards him with two water guns, immediately went to greet her.

Theresa tossed a gun to him.

Martin caught the gun, didn't rush to counterattack, but test-fired it; Melissa ran towards him and the water jet spurted onto the shaking headlights, eliciting a scream from her.

Theresa paused for a moment.

Martin got a feel for the trajectory of the water gun and, hearing Leonardo's shouts from behind, immediately turned around and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh—

A jet of water shot out and hit Leonardo's face squarely, dousing his head and face, even up his nose and mouth.

By that time, Theresa and Melissa reacted, along with a few other companions, they rushed to Martin's side and opened fire on the opposite side.

Martin aimed specifically at Leonardo, holding the water gun and continuously spraying his face.

Leonardo, overwhelmed, could only shoot back hurriedly, nowhere near as accurate as Martin.

Martin swept his hand, "Follow me!"

The seven or eight girls who came from behind moved forward with him, squaring off against the dozen or so girls coming their way.

The fray erupted with water shooting everywhere, headlights swaying, and soaked clothes revealing outlines.

The highlights further enhanced the artistic atmosphere.

"Surrender!" Martin continued to spray Leonardo alone, "Ladies, your leader can't protect you, switch to my side, let's all take on Leonardo together!"

His words were seductive, "Don't you want to feel what it's like to spray a superstar in the face?"

Sienna Miller shouted from Leonardo's side, "Betray him! Sisters, let's all betray him! Spray Leo!"

"We're betraying him!"

"We're switching to Martin's side!"

Spraying a small-time celebrity like Martin Davis is nowhere near as thrilling as drenching Leonardo DiCaprio, a megastar!

The dozen or so women suddenly turned their water guns on Leonardo, spraying wildly.

Leonardo couldn't hold out any longer and turned to run.

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This guy held a water gun in one hand, grinned with his head tilted back, and with his increasingly protruding belly, he spread his feet and ran towards the beach.

Martin chased after him, firing as he ran, with streams of water accurately hitting Leonardo's big butt.

Melissa shouted loudly, "Shoot Leo's ass!"

The female models, who had originally been dispersed to encircle Martin, now joined Martin's camp, turning their water guns on Leonardo.

Dozens of water guns pursued Leonardo, firing at him.

Poor Leo, whose big shorts weren't the swimming type, became wet and heavy as they got soaked, and unavoidably slid down from his waist as he fled awkwardly.

Suddenly, Leonardo felt not only the coolness of the water on his butt but also a cool breeze and realized something was wrong. He quickly reached to pull them up.

Martin wasn't dazzled by the various fancy headlights and kept his eyes on Leonardo. He quickened his pace to close the gap between them, then stopped and aimed at the place where Leonardo's trousers were sagging and squeezed the trigger.

Sss—

The water jet hit the mark, and Leonardo failed to grab the waistband of his shorts, which fell to the middle of his thighs.

More water guns fired jets of water, helping to bathe Leonardo.

With a splash, Leonardo fell onto the sand.

"Come on, everybody, get him; don't be shy; you won't get another chance!" Martin called out to all the girls on the beach: "Get in there!"

Dozens of girls rushed over and surrounded Leonardo, as numerous streams of water fell upon him.

Martin wasn't done yet; he turned to Nicholson and Maguire, who were embroiled in a pile of beauties, and shouted, "Jack! Tobey! Come on, get Leo! Hurry up!"

The two guys let out excited roars, each grabbed a water gun, and led several women as they charged over.

Leonardo, his hands covering his butt, shouted, "Martin, you bastard, I want to duel with you!"

He grabbed a handful of sand and threw it towards Nicholson.

Old bastard Nicholson finally remembered that today he was on the same team as Leonardo and hastily shouted, "Stop! Stop! Stop! Listen to me, everyone!"

Tobey Maguire also called out, "Time out for a second!"

Sienna Miller felt a tinge of pity for Leonardo and also called out, "Ladies, watch the men's duel!"

The beauties all ceased firing.

Leonardo, pulling up his big shorts, clambered up from the sand without caring that his entire body was covered in sand, and glared at Martin fiercely, "I'm going to settle this with you!"

Martin detached the water tank from his water gun, replaced it with a new one, and said, "Guns or bare hands, your choice."

Leonardo wasn't stupid; the bastard across from him had once exploded the head of an armed thug with a cola can and had been involved in capturing Russian spies. Whether it was shooting or fighting, there was only one outcome—getting thrashed!

Martin, playing with the water gun, suggested, "I recommend you choose the gun."

Hearing the word 'gun' again, Leonardo suddenly had a burst of inspiration, "What's the point in competing with this trashy water gun, let's compare real guns!"

Tobey Maguire heard this and became anxious, wanting to intervene, but he was held back by the oldest member of the Trio of Scoundrels, Nicholson, "Don't worry, it's not that kind of gun."

They were all men, all LSP, and Tobey Maguire understood immediately.

But Martin laughed, "Are you sure you want to compare with me? Can you beat me? On the yacht..."

Leonardo shook his hips, patted his legs, and said, "It's got to be today. The loser must shout in front of everyone that they are inferior to the other person."

He called out to the models, "Martin and I are going to have a shooting match right here, who wants to be the target?"

No mobilization or wasted words were needed; everyone was eager to try.

Sienna Miller pushed to the front, "I'll be your target!"

She pointed, and immediately people brought over beach chairs and blankets and such.

Leonardo turned to Martin, "Now it's your turn."

Martin, determined and never one to admit defeat, was fearless in the face of danger and battle-hardened...

Okay, he was the kind of scoundrel who liked to play wild, "Which beauty is willing to cooperate with me?"

Theresa Palmer jumped out, "Me! Martin, I'll work with you."

Nicholson, ever curious, called out, "Come on over, let's all be the judges."

Sienna Miller and Theresa Palmer took their seats on the blankets.

Martin asked, "Leo, we're seeing who lasts longer, right?"

"No! That's too cliché, too boring." Leonardo decided to play to his strengths, "We're seeing who's faster!"

At that, silence fell over the entire place, the only sound was the wind blowing.

Including Sienna Miller, who was collaborating with Leonardo, everyone looked at the superstar with the same thought in mind, "That's shameless!"

Martin was at a loss for words and only after a long time did he manage to squeeze out a response, "Leo, you're ruthless, still able to compare like this!"

Even Tobey Maguire couldn't help but blow a mocking whistle.

Old scoundrel Nicholson kept shouting, "Let's cheer, come on! Let's cheer, come on!"

Leonardo straightened his back and asked, "Martin, are you going to compete or not."

"There's no way to compete, I'll lose no matter what!" Martin had truly no way out; he had been through an ordeal the night before and couldn't match up even if he became an actual motor, so he simply admitted defeat and shouted, "Martin Davis is not as good as Leonardo DiCaprio!"

What does a man have to go through to become like Leonardo?