At that same moment, in a Spanish-style villa in Beverly Hills that was listed for sale.
Johnny Depp was sprawled on the living room sofa, a silver flask clutched in his hand.
His head rested on a pair of socks that might have been stuffed into the sofa cushions since the last century. His feet were propped up on the backrest, folding his body into an "L" shape.
"Hiss..." He slowly opened his eyes, waking from a hangover. "My back... it hurts so bad."
He shifted, putting both his legs onto the sofa. He rubbed his lower back while subconsciously shaking the flask.
The flask was empty.
He tossed the flask onto the coffee table beside him and glanced at the empty whiskey bottle on it.
"Stephen? Stephen!!!" he mumbled. "Get me another bottle!"
He sat up, tapping at his throbbing temples.
He casually picked up his phone and took a look.
'Damn, why is it all news about Li Wei? What the hell.'
"Li Wei Officially Confirmed as Male Lead for The Last Flying Dragon"
