Hugh Hefner was having a pleasant conversation with Martin.
He felt that this kid was completely in tune with him.
Especially after Martin shared with him that set of consistent and logical "Deception Theories" of his, Hugh Hefner felt as if he had just met a genius descended from the heavens.
"You little rascal, you're a real genius! I should've met you earlier instead of that idiot Jack. Wait a sec—damn it, where's that bastard gone? I need him to bring me my bunny."
Hugh Hefner glanced around but didn't see any sign of Jack Nicholson. Instantly, his face darkened with annoyance.
Turning to the eight Bunny Girls clustered around Martin, he said, "Take good care of my little brother here—give him the royal treatment!"
And with that, he hurried off, determined to find that damn Jack Nicholson.
"What's the 'royal treatment'?" Martin asked curiously.
One of the Bunny Girls, with a seductive laugh, answered in a purring tone, "You'll find out soon enough. A hint—Elvis once experienced it too!"
Martin followed the Bunny Girls into Hefner's Gothic Palace.
The moment he stepped inside, he was stunned by the decor.
This castle-like palace didn't have the usual features of a luxury estate—no living rooms or bedrooms. Instead, it had been remodeled into various kinds of themed caves.
Some caves had pools, some had oversized bathtubs, and others had hammocks made entirely from ropes strung across the air.
The one thing they all had in common: every cave had naked women lounging inside.
Martin was escorted into a hot spring cave, where the girls smoothly stripped him of all his clothing with expert ease.
"Your Majesty, you don't need to lift a finger—we'll handle everything," cooed a tall, slender blonde, her sultry gaze like threads of silk.
...
Gradually, word started spreading from inside the Gothic Palace—and quickly swept across the entire party.
The whispers among the girls started small:
"Did you hear? In the Hot Spring Cave, there's a seriously impressive guy. None of our sisters could handle him."
"I know! I heard it's that Hollywood genius—Martin Meyers!"
"Is he really that good?"
"He must be. Tons of the girls have already gone to him. Everyone's secretly placing bets on who'll be the one to finally conquer him."
"Emma went too, and even that spicy girl from Detroit…"
The murmuring spread like wildfire, eventually reaching the ears of Leonardo and Nicholson.
The two exchanged glances.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Nicholson muttered.
Leonardo wore a similarly grim expression. "Feels like history's repeating itself."
Both of them were reminded of that unforgettable "Yacht Party" incident.
An hour later, all the guests started feeling that something was off. The number of Bunny Girls by their sides was clearly shrinking.
Even the host, Hugh Hefner, looked baffled.
Finally, one of his personal Bunny Girls—Britney—returned after gathering intel. She whispered something into his ear, and his confused expression instantly changed to shock.
"What the fuck? Are you serious?"
"Screw it, I'm going to the Hot Spring Cave to see for myself. That scene sounds like—"
Britney's beautiful face flushed bright red. Just remembering that scene made her whole body heat up.
"—just completely unbelievable!"
Her middle school dropout vocabulary couldn't find enough words to describe what she'd seen. She could only use the plainest language to express it.
Hugh Hefner broke into laughter. "HAHAHA! So that little rascal is one of us after all!"
"Don't flatter yourself," said Nicholson, who had snuck up at some point. "You couldn't do the things Martin's doing even if you tried."
The three Bunny Girls standing beside them all nodded silently in agreement—but none dared to say it out loud.
"You bastard!" Hugh Hefner cursed. "Give me back my bunny!"
Nicholson, tipsy and long past caring about things like "embarrassment," patted his belly and replied, "Eat, poop, dive into the sewer—whatever. Point is, it's still around here somewhere."
"Fuck you, you crusty old bastard."
"Thanks for the compliment!"
Nicholson gave a gentlemanly bow.
Leonardo quickly stepped two paces away, thinking to himself: No wonder everyone who knows Nicholson says the same thing—that when Old Jack yells too much, he turns into an annoying demon. Even though he already is one, he just gets worse. Not wrong at all.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool, Tom Cruise was sitting with a Bunny Girl, whispering to her.
"You're sure Martin came to this party?" Tom asked. "You're not mistaken?"
The Bunny Girl replied, "I'm very sure. I went to the Hot Spring Room myself. Martin was having fun with a group of girls in there… it was quite the scene…"
Seeing the look on Tom Cruise's face, she swallowed the rest of her sentence.
"Where is this Hot Spring Room?" Tom said coldly. "Take me there."
The Bunny Girl hesitated, then replied, "But Tom, Mr. Hefner has a rule—once territories are claimed, no men can enter someone else's cave without permission."
"Territory?" Tom looked at her like she was speaking gibberish.
"Um… Mr. Hefner said, every cave is a territory, and each one can only have one 'lord.' First come, first served," she explained.
"Fuck that. I don't care about territories. I need to have a word with that brat." Tom Cruise was visibly angry.
In recent years, Tom Cruise had suffered several project failures, even his long-time box office guarantee—the Mission: Impossible series—wasn't meeting expectations. His status in Hollywood had dropped dramatically.
Of course, he hadn't been written off yet. Decades of fan loyalty still meant something.
But ever since Nicole, his ex-wife, gave that notorious Oscar speech, Tom had considered Martin his mortal enemy. Practically everyone in Hollywood knew it.
That said, he wasn't coming to cause trouble this time—it was about business.
Not that he dared cause trouble anyway. Martin's combat stats were on another level.
Ignoring the bunny's protests, Tom marched off toward the mansion, asking anyone and everyone for directions to the Hot Spring room.
The bunny girl, panicking, rushed off to find Hugh Hefner and report what was happening.
"Holy shit, this is gonna be so good! Is Tom Cruise really about to confront Martin? HAHAHA! I guarantee he's gonna get wrecked."
Nicholson wasn't worried in the slightest. On the contrary, he looked ready to grab popcorn.
Hefner shot him a look. "Your friend's in for a rough time."
Nicholson scoffed. "What are you talking about? I'm the best friend he's got. Ask Leo if you don't believe me."
Hefner actually turned and asked, "Leo, is that true?"
From a distance, Leonardo furiously shook his head.