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Chapter 391 Constantine

The Dead Rabbit, literally translated, should be "Dead Rabbit." It's usually used to describe something worthless, or to refer to Desperadoes. This naming style is indeed typical of a bar, and a bar is indeed the kind of place Constantine would frequent.

It's just that Constantine usually goes to mid-to-low-end bars, where he can use his unkempt, weathered appearance to score a one-night stand, regardless of gender.

But the bar in front of them was clearly a high-end bar, not just because of the doorman in a suit and leather shoes standing at the doorway, but also because of the melancholic blues music that spilled out when guests opened the door to enter or exit.

"Thank you for leading the way, Zatanna." Wonder Woman looked at the bar in front of them. They were hiding in the alley across from the bar to avoid causing chaos by a super hero appearing on the street.

"Your mission is complete. You should go home now."

"Hey, I just guided you here, and you're already trying to get rid of me?" Zatanna pouted, clearly unwilling to leave.

"Otherwise?" Yang Le said matter-of-factly. "You're a minor, aren't you? You can't get into a bar."

Zatanna blinked and snapped her fingers. Her appearance changed, making her look several years older.

"How's this?" Zatanna struck a pose. "This is what I believe I'll look like in five years."

Yang Le sized her up. Indeed, she didn't look much different from her adult version in comics, but that still didn't make her an adult.

"You've only changed your appearance. Physiologically, you're still a minor."

"Don't be so rigid." Zatanna rolled her eyes at Yang Le. Seeing that Yang Le was unmoved, she turned her attention to Wonder Woman.

"If it weren't for me, Constantine definitely wouldn't help you. Maybe I can put in a good word for you."

Wonder Woman considered it for a moment and agreed that Zatanna had a point. After all, she was an Amazon demigod, and many human concepts didn't apply to her. Diana was already an accomplished warrior at Zatanna's age.

"Wait a minute." Zatanna stopped Wonder Woman, who was about to step out of the alley, and sized her up and down.

"You can't go in dressed like that. It'll cause a huge commotion. Leave it to me; I'll handle it."

Zatanna waved her hand, and a magic wand appeared in it. With a flick of her wrist, a bracelet appeared in her hand. Aiming the magic wand at the bracelet, she whispered a few words and handed the bracelet to Wonder Woman.

"Since my magic can't directly affect you, I've cast an illusion on this bracelet. It will make you look less conspicuous to ordinary people."

"Thank you." Diana didn't waste words. She took the bracelet, put it on, and headed towards the bar without stopping.

Zatanna watched the decisive Wonder Woman, feeling a little helpless. She asked Yang Le beside her, "Is she always like this?"

Yang Le didn't directly answer Zatanna's question. Instead, he said, "If you'd been through what she has and could still be as composed as she is, I'd admire you."

After speaking, Yang Le caught up with Diana, leaving Zatanna standing in the original place, stunned. Seeing that she had been left behind, she hurriedly followed.

With Zatanna's magic, Yang Le and his group entered the Dead Rabbit bar without any hindrance. Just as Yang Le had expected, the bar interior was decorated elaborately and was very clean. It was clearly a place frequented by upper-class people, which was exactly the kind of place Constantine loathed.

Because of his childhood experiences, Constantine hated upper-class society people the most. So, a place like this must be like a toilet to Constantine. He would never stay longer than necessary. Coincidentally, Zatanna was probably the reason he was here.

As soon as they entered the bar, after taking in the bar's interior decorations, Yang Le immediately spotted Constantine. He stood out like a star in the night. Everyone else was dressed fashionably or elegantly, but he was unkempt. It was hard not to notice him.

Seeing their goal, Zatanna walked over to Constantine in a few quick steps and lightly patted his shoulder, asking, "Have you been waiting long?"

The drowsy Constantine was startled. His listless eyes immediately brightened when he saw who had suddenly approached him. The cigarette that had long gone out in the corner of his mouth fell out.

"Little Zat, it's really good to see you." Constantine turned to Zatanna, flashing his most enthusiastic smile. "I thought your dad would definitely not let you come."

"He didn't agree," Zatanna said, sitting down beside him. "But I always find a method to get out."

"That's definitely you." Constantine was as energetic as a young man in his twenties. "Your wisdom has always been directly proportional to your beauty."

"That's too cheesy," Zatanna said, but the corner of mouth that turned upwards betrayed her.

Constantine said it on purpose. Otherwise, with his slyness, he could definitely come up with more appropriate compliment. But that wouldn't work on Zatanna.

Zatanna was born into a proper magic family, a heiress, which fostered a somewhat arrogant heart in her. If you tried to be clever in front of her, she would definitely dislike it.

However, if Constantine, famous in the magical realm, occasionally played dumb to satisfy this young lady's competitiveness, it would definitely play a key role in closing the distance between them.

"Enough about that, Constantine. I have some business to ask for your help with."

After a brief greeting, Zatanna turned serious and said to Constantine.

"Oh? What business could make you, the young lady of the Zatara family, come to me for help? Don't worry, since you've asked, if I can do it, I definitely will."

Constantine picked up the wine glass that had been sitting in front of him for a long time. He had originally intended to look profound in front of Zatanna, but unfortunately, because Zatanna was late, he had almost fallen asleep and missed the opportunity to put on an act.

"It's not me asking for your help, but them." Zatanna gestured, and Yang Le and Wonder Woman, who had been waiting for a while, walked over.

"Cough, cough!"

The moment he saw Wonder Woman, Constantine almost spat out the wine in his corner of mouth. In his opinion, getting involved with her couldn't be anything good.

"I need your help, Constantine," Wonder Woman said directly to the coughing Constantine.

"Stop!" Constantine interrupted Wonder Woman. "You've got the wrong person. You're the famous demigod. What are you doing looking for a nobody smoker like me? Don't tell me you're going to do a good deed and help me fix my lung that's been smoking for decades."

"If you help me, I'll find a way to treat your lung," Wonder Woman said earnestly.

"That's not the problem, okay?" Constantine was a little exasperated.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 392: Negotiations are Possible

Wonder Woman explained, "Constantine, it won't involve you too much. I just want you to help me find someone."

"Forgive my bluntness," Constantine said, downing the remaining liquor in his glass. "If you want to find someone, you should be looking for that rich kid with cat ears and a sexy black tight suit, using his family's super satellite that can even see how many hairs are on the prime minister when he's cheating, not some down-on-his-luck middle-aged guy in a shabby trench coat who's spent his last money for a drink here."

Constantine's cynical barrage caused Wonder Woman to pause for a moment. Constantine slowly opened his fist in front of everyone, revealing a cigarette butt lying in his palm.

"Originally, with a beautiful woman accompanying me tonight, I thought I could endure a little nicotine craving. If it really couldn't be helped, I could even soak this 'spiritual medicine' in water and drink it. But what I got wasn't just a charming beauty, but also trouble. In short, I have one sentence: why should I risk getting into trouble to help you?"

Constantine's words were unsympathetic. His "life experience" from struggling in the lower class left the two well-bred women at a loss for words. Zatanna was even ashamed to plead, feeling embarrassed by Constantine's poverty.

Diana, facing Constantine's categorical refusal, also began to consider giving up. If it didn't work out, they would have to find other methods.

Unlike his two partners, Yang Le, who knew Constantine to some extent, knew that Constantine was a very wise human. He didn't like to speak too definitively, just to leave himself, this small figure, some room to maneuver. He had completely mastered the art of language, to the point where even the most professional demons paled in comparison.

The key point of Constantine's long speech wasn't his resentment towards upper-class society—he could have spent that time drinking a few cans of something. Nor was it his self-description of poverty—Constantine could live very well if he wanted to. The most important part was the phrase "why should I," Yang Le knew that was Constantine's hint, to see what price Yang Le and the others could offer.

But the naive Zatanna and the straightforward Diana didn't seem to understand the hidden meaning in Constantine's words. It seemed like they were really about to give up.

Constantine could also see that, and almost crushed the cigarette butt in his hand. This low-grade act of playing pitiful was already the most subtle and euphemistic way of speaking he could come up with. If those demons heard it, they would inevitably laugh at him. But these three idiots in front of him actually didn't understand.

Especially regarding Zatanna, Constantine felt that he had been too conservative before. Previously, he had been hesitant and hadn't tested Zatanna too much. If he had known she was this stupid, he could have taken advantage of her on the first night they met, and even made her willingly empty her old dad's coffers.

Seeing that the business was about to fail, just as Constantine was about to resign himself to bad luck, Yang Le stood up. He stepped past Diana and the others and said to Constantine condescendingly.

"Are you interested in talking?"

The situation took a turn for the better. Constantine admitted that even if it happened again, he wouldn't have guessed that it was Yang Le, the seemingly least intelligent big idiot in the trio, who seemed to understand his meaning.

"Hey!" Zatanna frowned. "Constantine just refused us, are you planning to force him?"

Constantine's corner of mouth twitched when he heard his friend defending him. Although impatient, he still spoke calmly.

"It's okay, little Zatanna. I don't mind talking to your friend. He's just too impatient, I understand."

Looking at Constantine, who seemed like a white lotus flower, Yang Le felt like vomiting. Yang Le guaranteed that if Constantine's appearance was photographed and pasted on the door, it would definitely perform exorcism.

There's no use in arguing with someone who doesn't want to believe. Yang Le didn't explain further, but just asked the bartender for a private room and walked over first. Constantine, after giving Zatanna a meaningful gaze, also followed Yang Le and left.

"Don't worry, Zatanna," Diana said, placing her hand on Zatanna's back, who was full of worry, comforting her. "Yang Le isn't the kind of person who solves everything with violence."

"Hope so," Zatanna said, sitting uneasily in her chair. After learning that Yang Le might be a demigod, Zatanna had no confidence that Constantine could gain any benefit from him.

"Click."

Ignoring the door gently closing behind him, Constantine chewed on the cigarette butt to alleviate his increasingly strong nicotine craving, and said vaguely to Yang Le, who was in front of him with his back turned.

"Speak, what do you want to talk about? And how do you want to talk?"

"That's what I should be asking you," Yang Le turned around. "As the seller, if you don't set a price, how can I negotiate with you?"

Hearing Yang Le's words, Constantine felt his nicotine craving lessen by half. He casually spat out the 'chewing gum' in his mouth and said with a corner of mouth raised.

"Look at what you're saying, I sell my skills, not my body."

"As far as I know, Constantine, it's not that you don't sell your body. As long as the price is right, you don't mind doing it or being done." Yang Le sat down imposingly on the sofa in the private room.

"Consider you knowledgeable," Constantine said, completely unconcerned by Yang Le's sarcasm, and sat down flippantly opposite Yang Le.

"Introduce yourself, so I can see what you can offer me. Let's make it clear first, if I'm not interested, then this business is off the table."

Although Yang Le had shown great power in the Beastification Event not long ago, Constantine's biggest concern outside of exorcism was the price fluctuation of his favorite Sika cigarettes. He naturally didn't know much about Yang Le, who had just emerged.

"I'll be direct, I am a God with Godhood." Yang Le dropped a bombshell as soon as he opened his opening, scaring Constantine so much that he almost fell off his chair.

"You're not kidding me, right?" Constantine sat up straight again. Actually, the word "God" itself wasn't enough to make him lose his composure like this. The main reason was that the contrast was too great, he even thought he was on some hidden camera program.

"You can use your own method to verify it," Yang Le didn't explain further, just crossed his arms and waited for Constantine to verify the truth.

Constantine didn't stand on ceremony either. He extended his right hand and snapped his fingers at Yang Le. A dark green, strange magic array suddenly appeared in front of his right hand, and a green, twisted beast skull sprang out from it, constantly roaring and rushing straight towards Yang Le.

But the beast skull, just as it approached half a meter from Yang Le's body, was shattered by cyan thunder that suddenly burst out. Not to mention a scream, not even a trace of dust was left behind.

(End of Chapter)

**Chapter 393: No Tricks, No Constantine**

Constantine ground tobacco between his teeth, the nicotine easing his cravings. "Looks like the truth's out."

"A single demon confirms it?" Yang Le arched a brow. "You've always been cautious. No further tests?"

Yang wasn't here to play hero. He wanted to study dark magic for his Dimensional Demon Avatar's growth—long dormant, it craved knowledge.

Constantine's recklessness was an act. Every "gamble" had a safety net. Like his legendary scam against Hell's triumvirate—he'd cured his lung cancer while unscathed, exploiting demons' greed and cowardice.

His "test" on Yang involved summoning a minor demon, not some powerhouse. The demon was a nuisance Constantine had tangled with before, its contract-free presence now weaponized against Yang. When Yang shrugged off the curse left by the "dead" demon, Constantine knew he faced a divine-level immunity.

Tonight was a win: a date, debt relief, and leverage over a god.

"Enough proof," Constantine said solemnly, abandoning his usual rogue charm. "Let's talk terms."

"I'll offer two options," Yang leaned forward, elbows on knees. "A favor when you're in trouble, within reason—or power you've never seen."

Constantine scoffed. "Skip the power pitch. I've heard enough divine 'gifts' since childhood. You wouldn't think gods could outdo devils in cruelty."

"Still bitter?" Yang feigned shock.

"Trust me," Constantine's tone turned grave. "Gods' wrath outstrips demons' by leagues. I've seen it all."

"Back to business. What do you say?" Yang straightened.

"Handshake pact," Constantine extended his hand. "No divine loopholes. I need proof this isn't another con."

Yang clasped it. A sigil flared on both palms, vanishing moments later.

"Done," Constantine smirked, pocketing the sigil's hidden flaw—a loophole only he'd noticed.

"Now help us?" Yang prompted.

"Just one favor first," Constantine rubbed his hands. "A pack of cigarettes. Three hours without nicotine and I'm useless."

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Constantine exhaled a cloud of smoke, his penthouse haze thick enough to choke a horse.

"Cut back, Constantine," Zatanna winced. "Your lungs—"

"Your concern warms my heart, princess."

Relaxed on a nicotine high, Constantine admired his right hand. A god's pact glowed invisibly—his golden ticket.

"Who needs Hell's favors when I've got divine backing?" he smirked, itching to slap Lucifer's face with this "proof."

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(End of Chapter)

Chapter 394: How dare you speak to me like that?

"Stop wasting time," Yang Le interrupted the complacent Constantine. "I've already paid, Constantine. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Yang Le..." Diana looked at Yang Le in front of her, her face filled with guilt. When she learned that Constantine would help, Diana was indeed happy, but at the same time she immediately realized that Constantine was the kind of guy who wouldn't lift a finger without a benefit. To get him to act, Yang Le must have paid a considerable price.

"We're just friends, you didn't need to pay so much for me." Diana reached out and took Yang Le's arm, making him look at her.

"If a friend isn't worth it, I don't know what position someone needs to hold in your inner heart for you to consider them worth it." Yang Le, with the Asgardian Gods' blood in him, was direct, his gaze intensely focused on Diana's face.

Diana looked at that gaze, as hot as the sun, and her inner heart, which was normally as hard as iron, actually wavered slightly. An emotion called shyness, something she hadn't felt in millennia, resurfaced in her heart.

Diana wasn't made of wood. On the contrary, she had already experienced love when she was on Paradise Island. However, in all her romantic relationships to date, Diana had always been the dominant one. This wasn't just due to her personality, but also related to her strength.

So this feeling, like today, she had only experienced it once before, thousands of years ago, when she first fell in love with an Amazonian girl. After so much time, she had almost forgotten this emotion.

(This worldview uses the setting where Paradise Island sends out a new Wonder Woman every so often to promote universal love outside the Island. Therefore, there's no air force landing on Paradise Island. Diana's love experiences are limited to Amazonians before she left the Island.)

Diana was very clear that she had likely developed feelings for Yang Le that went beyond those of a partner. In her opinion, Yang Le probably felt the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths for her. However, Diana wasn't ready to acknowledge it. She calmed herself, realizing that regardless of whether those feelings were love or not, now wasn't a good opportunity to pursue them.

Once everything was settled, perhaps she would openly pursue this relationship, even with the age gap of thousands of years, but definitely not now.

Diana's softened gaze hardened once more. Before she could speak, Constantine interjected.

"Alright, Jack and Rose, don't heat up your love in my tiny room." Constantine waved his hand, shooing them away.

"You're standing in the center of the room. I can't even draw the magic array. Please, make way."

Ignoring Constantine's tease, Yang Le and Diana, with normal expressions, moved out of the center of the room and stood in the corner, ready to watch Constantine unleash his power.

Seeing Wonder Woman walk over, Zatanna excitedly pulled her aside and whispered, "I didn't even realize, are you two in that kind of relationship?"

Diana saw Zatanna's expression and knew exactly what she was thinking, which made her feel a bit helpless. She said to Zatanna, "No, our relationship isn't what you think."

Seeing Wonder Woman's denial, Zatanna was about to ask more questions, but Yang Le interrupted her.

"Quiet down. Constantine is about to perform magic. You're a magician too, how can you have no respect for magic?"

Zatanna's face fell. Yang Le's words reminded her of her father. This man, raised in a traditional magic family, was very serious and cautious about magic. She had been scolded countless times during her studies.

Ignoring the sulking Zatanna, Yang Le refocused his line of sight on Constantine. He didn't know where Constantine had pulled out a small flask from. He opened the lid and tilted the flask slightly, and a viscous, dark red liquid poured out.

As the liquid flowed, Constantine began to draw circles around the house. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn a red circle. He stopped, and with a movement of Constantine's arm, a pentagram appeared within the circle.

With the pentagram appearing, the magic array took shape. Constantine tossed the flask, smashing it in the center of the magic array. The liquid inside spilled out, but surprisingly, the liquid from the flask didn't mix with the liquid forming the magic array.

The liquid forming the magic array was like wax oil that had been left out for a while; it had actually solidified. Seeing this, Constantine extended his right hand, made a gesture, and then muttered something with chanting.

As Constantine continued chanting, the magic array on the ground glowed brighter and brighter. The dark red liquid in the center of the magic array seemed to come alive, spreading from a small puddle to cover the entire magic array, and then began to churn, as if a puddle of water had appeared before them.

Constantine stopped chanting, and the puddle of red liquid began to bubble. Finally, a monster with a peculiar shape emerged from within.

The upper body of this monster was dark red, with four arms. Each arm was engraved with obscure symbols and text. His head didn't have goat horns like a traditional demon, but was surrounded by a mane of black hair. His lower body was like that of a beast, and a bony tail grew from behind his butt.

Overall, it wasn't terrifying, far less so than the imp Constantine had used for a test before. Zatanna, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief. She had expected something truly terrifying to emerge.

"I should have known it would be someone so cheap." The demon said, opening its mouth. Its sound was like being scraped by a hot iron, making everyone uncomfortable.

"Using the material for drawing a summoning array as a sacrifice, you're really something, Constantine. You've once again lowered my opinion of humans."

"Cut the nonsense." Constantine pulled out a cigarette, looking incredibly smug. "I used the blood of your mortal enemy. Tell me, do you like it or not? Don't give me that unsatisfied look."

The demon narrowed its eyes and slowly said, "You're in a fiery mood today, Constantine. But whatever, bathing in the blood of my enemy is better than being in bed, so I won't hold it against you."

Constantine seemed to have heard a hilarious joke. He lowered his head and chuckled a few times. When the demon looked curious, he suddenly slapped it across the demon's face.

The demon completely didn't expect Constantine to suddenly attack. Not only was it hit, but it was stunned in place for a few seconds before reacting.

The blood underfoot churned, and the demon's size began to grow rapidly. Its sound changed, becoming like hundreds of different creatures speaking at once.

"I think you've got a death wish, Constantine! I'm going to rip off your leopard skin and use it as a belt, tear off your butt and use it as a vase!"

Constantine remained unfazed, still holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He raised the right hand that had slapped the demon and said casually.

"Look closely. How dare you speak to your father like that?"

(End of chapter)

Even when hot-blooded, the cunning and calm demon still glanced at Constantine's right hand. He first saw a very simple contract, and then felt a breath of God on it.

It was as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water. The demon's body, like a deflated ball, visibly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. When his body shape returned to normal, he looked at Constantine with a sycophantic expression.

"Oh, isn't this Constantine, sir? I just ate my younger brother a while ago and haven't digested him yet. Just now, my sanity went wrong again. Thanks to you slapping me, I came back to my senses. Why don't you slap me a few more times to make me more clear-headed?"

Such a sycophantic and opportunistic demon made the three bystanders speechless. Unlike them, Constantine was already used to this. His expression was as usual, and he just raised his eyebrows at the demon.

The demon immediately understood. After snapping his fingers, a faint flame immediately lit the cigarette that Constantine had been holding in his mouth for a long time. Yang Le finally understood why he hadn't lit it for so long; it turned out it was for this.

Constantine took a puff of cigarette and said lazily, "Not bad, Malphas. In all of Hell, you are the most capable."

"Look at what you're saying." Malphas rubbed his four hands, with a flattering expression. "I was awakened by your slap. It's all your merit."

"Are all demons in Hell this kind of goods?" Zatanna felt unbelievable. This was completely different from what she had learned in books. Where was the viciousness and cunning in their words? Why are they like a dog?

"Huff." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke. "You have to remember, Little Zat, demons are not something you can understand just by reading books. They are fickle. You'll understand when you and I have more contact with them. Now let's get down to serious business, or else my house will be marinated in this guy's stench later."

"You are right." Malphas continued to rub his hands like flies. "If you have anything, just order me to do it, so that I won't get in your way."

Constantine stepped aside, and nodded his mouth at Yang Le and the others, the meaning was self-evident. Wonder Woman immediately understood and stepped forward.

"I need you to help me find Witch Circe."

"Find who?" Malphas couldn't hold it anymore, and even the flattering expression couldn't be maintained. "Witch Circe? That's a witch who has lived from the Age of Gods until now."

"Who asked you to introduce her?" Constantine said sternly. "Hurry up, can you do it or not? If you can't…"

Constantine raised his right hand, as if scratching his head, casually showing his right hand. Malphas once again felt the faint breath of God.

'Very dirty Hell language curse words!' Malphas used the dirtiest language he could think of to insult Constantine in his heart.

He didn't know how this addict got the favor of God. Because he was too fearful, he didn't even dare to look closely at the contract. But no matter who the master of that contract was, it was not someone a small demon like himself could afford to offend. In comparison, Witch Circe was simpler. At worst, he just wouldn't come to the Mortal Realm for hundreds of years.

"Yes." Malphas nodded, gritting his teeth. "However, I have to pay a lot of souls in my hand. I wonder if Constantine, sir, can find a method to help me reduce some losses."

"None of my business." Constantine said with a smile.

'Fine! You have guts!' Malphas quickly lowered his head, afraid that if he looked at Constantine's smug expression again, he would be so angry that his soul would scatter.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I'll be right back."

After Malphas finished speaking, he dived into the blood underfoot and disappeared without a trace.

"Will it run away?" Zatanna asked.

"It's 'it', Little Zat." Constantine corrected Zatanna's address. "Don't worry, when I summoned it, the contract was already established. It must fulfill my request, otherwise the contract will take half of its life. Demons are garbage, but they do keep their promises."

Sure enough, after a while, Malphas drilled out of the blood again, and at the same time, he was holding a parchment in his hand. Seeing his pained expression, one could tell that he must have paid a considerable price.

Malphas handed the parchment in his hand to Constantine and said, "This is the position of Witch Circe now. Now we can complete the business."

Constantine took the parchment without even looking at it, and directly handed it to Wonder Woman behind him. Then he took out a small jar made of pottery from his trench coat and threw it to Malphas.

"Here, the soul of the enemy. I was originally going to use this to trade with you myself, but today I'll let you have it cheap."

Malphas cursed Constantine in his heart constantly. The soul of the enemy, if it were in the past, he might have been very happy. But today, in order to fulfill Constantine's request, what he lost was far more than this one soul could make up for. But when he thought of the God behind Constantine, he could only swallow his broken teeth and blood, otherwise his life might be in danger.

"Is it definitely accurate?" Wonder Woman looked at the parchment, but still asked worriedly.

Without waiting for Malphas to answer, Constantine preemptively replied, "Don't worry, it can't lie to us. The contract won't allow it."

"In that case, thank you, Constantine." Diana memorized the address on it, then put away the parchment, and turned to leave. She couldn't wait to kill her enemy with her own hands. Of course, she didn't forget her promise, and dragged Zatanna aside. Letting the other party be alone with Constantine was definitely not okay.

Zatanna still wanted to resist, but Wonder Woman didn't talk nonsense. She drew out the Lasso of Truth and tied up the other party, saying, "Sorry, Zatanna, although I promised your father, I don't have time to play with you. I can only wrong you a little."

Yang Le also followed. When he reached the doorway, he seemed to remember something and said to Malphas, who was behind him and Constantine, who were finalizing the contract.

"By the way, demon, although I don't know why you are so afraid of Constantine, you might as well take a closer look at the contract on his hand."

Hearing these words, both Malphas and Constantine were stunned. Both of them looked at Constantine's right hand. To Malphas's surprise, the trace of breath representing God had disappeared.

No, it's better to say that the contract has fallen into a very strange state, as if the other signatory of the contract has disappeared. If it weren't for Constantine's breath still on the contract, Malphas would have thought that this addict had put on a tattoo sticker to tease him.

"What's going on!" Constantine also noticed something was wrong. He immediately looked at Yang Le, but found that the latter was hiding behind the doorway looking at him. The narrow doorway allowed Constantine to only see half of the other party's face showing a mocking expression, and the middle finger pointed out by his right hand that stretched in.

All of this was exactly the same as what he did to the First of the Fallen at the end of his famous battle.

"Click."

As the door of the house gently closed, Constantine felt that he was shrouded in a huge black shadow.

(End of chapter)

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