By the time Martin left Dakota Fanning's place, it was already 11 PM.
However, the dinner party probably wasn't over yet.
Martin got into his Rolls-Royce and headed toward the Four Seasons Hotel.
Tonight, he still had two or three battles to fight.
Thankfully, he was a demon.
If he were an ordinary person,
he'd probably die on some woman's pussy sooner or later.
...
Inside the apartment,
Dakota Fanning turned the lock and entered her sister's room.
"Ahhh! Don't come in!"
Elle Fanning buried her head under the blanket, continuing to play ostrich.
"I'm so embarrassed today! I've never been this humiliated in my life! It's all your fault, Dakota!"
"My fault?" Dakota Fanning sneered. "Who told you to come over without calling first?"
"How was I supposed to know you'd bring a man home? And Martin! Ah, god! Just thinking about me having diarrhea in front of Martin... I feel too ashamed to face anyone!"
"Don't worry, Martin didn't see you having diarrhea. And if we're talking about embarrassment, wasn't I embarrassed too?"
"Who are you throwing under the bus?" Elle Fanning finally pulled her head out from under the blanket, looking curious.
"Martin and I were having sex, and my dear sister was having diarrhea next door with such loud noises. Isn't that embarrassing enough?" Dakota said with a grin.
"Ahhh! I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy! You're saying my noises were loud? I hate how loud you two were next door!"
"Then why did you keep listening?"
"Who was listening?! I told you, I had diarrhea!"
"Who has diarrhea for that long? You were definitely eavesdropping."
"Hmph! I wasn't eavesdropping on you!"
"Really?"
"Of course!"
"Elly."
"What?"
"Don't tell Mom about this."
"Then you can't tell anyone about me having diarrhea either."
"Deal!"
"Pinky swear!"
"Are you still a child?"
"Pinky swear or not?"
"Fine, fine."
"Also, tell Martin not to spread it, or I'll bite both of you to death."
Elle Fanning said with a red face.
...
Back at the Four Seasons Hotel banquet hall.
The dinner party wasn't over yet, but some guests had already left—perhaps heading home or finding overnight companions to have fun with.
Drew saw Martin come in and couldn't resist teasing him: "Do you still have any energy left?"
Without a word, Martin reached out and lifted the woman up like a weight, holding her horizontally from top to bottom.
Drew let out a surprised scream.
Scarlett giggled as she stood up.
After teasing Drew a bit, Martin put her down and asked, "Are you guys heading back?"
Drew glanced at Anya.
Anya lowered her head, looking a bit shy.
What Drew had just said to her was really too embarrassing.
But she didn't want to refuse, so she simply stayed silent.
Drew immediately saw through the young girl's thoughts and said with a laugh, "We're all tired. Take us back to your place."
Martin's eyes swept over the scene, taking everything in. Looks like tonight's going to be wild!
"Alright, let's go."
Before leaving, Martin said goodbye to Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya, who were chatting nearby. After scanning the room, he asked curiously, "Where's Leonardo?"
Then he saw Chris Pratt and Daniel Kaluuya reveal strange smiles.
"What happened?" Martin asked.
Chris Pratt chuckled and said, "Leonardo took a liking to a blonde actress at the party."
"He took her to rent a room for the night? No, your expressions are so weird..." Martin was a bit confused.
Chris Pratt said, "Originally, that was Leonardo's plan. But he didn't expect his little girlfriend to suddenly show up."
Martin: "Blake?"
"Yeah, Blake." Chris Pratt recalled the scene, his expression growing even weirder. "Martin, you should've seen it. It was a pity, really. Leonardo's waist was probably pinched to black and blue. Blake even made that actress cry. Then she dragged Leonardo home."
"Tsk tsk, that's rough!" Martin laughed at his friend's misfortune.
Leonardo seemed to be firmly under Blake's thumb. Would these two actually end up together?
...
The next day, Martin returned to the Suicide Squad set with Liu Yifei, full of energy.
Probably because he'd gotten enough "fuel" last night.
He'd lost some "protein," but he'd also absorbed a lot of "desire"—still a net gain....
Margot Robbie glanced enviously at Liu Yifei, who was walking in and out with Martin, then quietly approached Martin.
"Director, I'm still not very familiar with the fight scene in the elevator. Could you explain it to me?"
Of course, Martin knew what she was hinting at, but he had no interest in having sex with this woman with who already have sex with his bro. So—
"Tiger, explain this action sequence to Margot."
As Tiger Chen took Margot away, Liu Yifei also went to practice her moves. She was very dedicated to her work.
Will Smith came over. "Dude, you're really not interested in Margot Robbie? She's a sexy bombshell! Look at that figure, look at that curves—top-tier!"
Martin shook his head. "She is top-tier, but her intentions are too obvious."
"You care about that?" Will Smith said in surprise.
Martin: "Of course I don't, but she was recommended by Leonardo. You know how it is."
"Ah, got it." Will Smith nodded.
Day after day, the filming of Suicide Squad progressed smoothly.
One day, Dakota Fanning came to visit, bringing along a little tail—Elle Fanning.
Both sisters were top-tier beauties, and their looks leaned toward the fresh and pure side.
"What brings you here?"
"Just came to see you. Am i welcome here?"
"Of course."
Dakota Fanning said happily.
Lately, she'd been chatting happily with Martin on the phone, completely seeing herself as a member of Martin's harem.
Elle Fanning still felt a bit awkward around Martin, so she looked around the set with curiosity.
"So this is a big-budget commercial film set?"