The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 392 You can talk about anything

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

"Excuse me for being blunt," Constantine downed the remaining half-full glass. "If you're looking for someone, you should go find that rich second-generation guy with cat ears and a sexy black bodysuit, whose satellite can even see the number of hairs on the cheating Prime Minister's body, not this frustrated middle-aged man in a slovenly trench coat who spent his last cigarette money on a drink here."

Constantine's cynical barrage made Wonder Woman pause for a moment. Constantine stretched out his fist and slowly opened it in front of everyone. A cigarette butt was lying in the palm of his hand.

"Originally, I thought I could get by with my beautiful woman tonight. If that didn't work, I could just soak this elixir in water and drink it. But what I got wasn't just a beautiful woman, it also brought me trouble. So, I have one thing to say: why should I risk getting into trouble by helping you?"

Constantine's words were unkind, and his "life experience" gained from struggling at the bottom of society made the two women from good families at a loss as to how to respond. Zatanna was so ashamed by what poor Constantine said that she dared not plead for mercy.

Faced with Constantine's firm rejection, Diana also began to think of giving up. If it really didn't work, she could only think of other ways.

Unlike his two companions, Yang Le, who had a certain understanding of Constantine, knew that Constantine was a very wise man. He did not like to speak too firmly in order to leave room for buffer for a small figure like him. He had mastered the art of language thoroughly, and even the most professional demons pale in comparison to him.

The point of the long speech Constantine said was not his resentment towards the upper class, he might as well direct a few cans with that time, nor was it his self-narration about poverty, Constantine could live a good life if he was like that. The most important thing was the word "why", Yang Le knew that was Constantine's hint, to see what price Yang Le and others could offer.

But the young Zatanna and the straightforward Diana didn't seem to understand the hidden meaning of Constantine's words, and they seemed to have really been abandoned.

Constantine also saw it and almost crushed the cigarette butt in his hand. This cheap and pitiful way of speaking was the lowest euphemism he could come up with. If those demons heard it, they would inevitably laugh at him, but the three fools in front of him didn't understand.

Especially towards Zatanna, Constantine felt that he was too conservative before. He did not test Zatanna too much because of his concerns. If he had known that the other party was so stupid, he would have taken advantage of her on the first night they met, and even made her willingly empty his father's family fortune.

Seeing that the business was about to fail, Constantine was about to admit that he was unlucky when Yang Le stood up. He walked past Diana and the other person and spoke condescendingly to Constantine.

"Would you like to talk?"

In an unexpected turn of events, Constantine admitted that he would never have thought that even if he had to do it again, it was Yang Le, the big fool who seemed to have the lowest IQ among the three people, who seemed to understand what he meant.

"Hey!" Zatanna frowned. "Constantine just rejected us. Are you trying to force him?"

When Constantine heard his friend's defense, the corners of his mouth twitched. Although he was impatient, he still spoke calmly.

"It's okay, Xiao Zha. I don't recommend talking to the friend you brought with you. He's just too anxious. I understand."

Looking at Constantine who looked like a white lotus, Yang Le felt like he was going to vomit. Yang Le guaranteed that if he took a picture of Constantine like this and posted it on the door, it would definitely exorcise evil spirits.

No matter how much you explain to someone who doesn't want to believe, it's useless. Yang Le didn't explain much. He just asked the bartender for a private room and walked over first. Constantine gave Zatanna a serious look and followed Yang Le away.

"Don't worry, Zatanna." Diana placed a comforting hand on the worried Zatanna's back. "Yang Le isn't the type to resort to violence." "I hope so." Zatanna sat uneasily. After learning that Yang Le might be a demigod, Zatanna had no confidence that Constantine could gain any advantage from him.

If Yang Le knew what Zatanna was thinking, he would only say that Zatanna not only underestimated him, but also underestimated Constantine.

"Click."

Ignoring the door that closed gently behind him, Constantine held the cigarette butt in his mouth to relieve his growing craving for cigarettes, and spoke vaguely to Yang Le who was standing in front of him with his back to him.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about? And how do you want to talk about it?"

"I should be the one asking you that." Yang Le turned around. "As a seller, how can I negotiate with you if you don't give me a price?"

After hearing Yang Le's words, Constantine felt that his smoking addiction was reduced by half. He casually spit out the "chewing gum" in his mouth and said with a curled mouth.

"Look at what you're saying. I'm selling my art, not my body."

"As far as I know, Constantine is not unwilling to sell his body, as long as the price is not recommended for you to do it or be done with it." Yang Le sat on the sofa in the private room with a big horse and a big sword.

"You're considered knowledgeable." Constantine didn't care about Yang Le's sarcasm at all, and sat opposite Yang Le in a frivolous manner.

"Please introduce yourself so I can see what you can offer me. But first of all, if I'm not interested, then we can't have this deal."

Although Yang Le had shown great power in the recent beast transformation incident, Constantine was most concerned about things other than exorcism, that is, the price fluctuation of his favorite Silka cigarettes. Naturally, he did not understand Yang Le, who had just come to prominence.

"I'll be frank. I am a god with divine power." Yang Le dropped a bombshell as soon as he opened his mouth, scaring Constantine so much that he almost fell off his chair.

"You're not kidding me, are you?" Constantine sat back down. In fact, God couldn't allow him to lose his composure like this. The main reason was that the contrast between what happened before and after was too great. He even thought he was on some hidden camera show.

"You can use your own method to identify it." Yang Le did not explain much, but just crossed his arms and waited for Constantine to identify the authenticity.

Constantine didn't hesitate and stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers at Yang Le. A strange dark green magic circle suddenly appeared in front of his right hand, and a green twisted beast head jumped out of it, roaring continuously and rushing straight towards Yang Le.

However, just when the beast's skull was half a meter away from Yang Le's body, it was smashed to pieces by the sudden burst of green thunder. Not only did it scream, but not even a trace of dust was left.

(End of this chapter)