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Chapter 393: If I don’t do tricks, I’m not Constantine

"It looks like it's true." Constantine chewed the remaining tobacco in his mouth to relieve his smoking addiction.

"Can one demon really make you sure?" Yang Le was curious. "Aren't you always cautious? Why don't you try more?"

Don't get me wrong, Yang Le is not some desperate letter circle who wants to be beaten. He just wants to see more black magic to broaden his horizons so that his dimensional demon clone who has not been online for a long time can learn a few tricks from him.

Just as Yang Le said, Constantine looks like a madman who is willing to gamble his entire fortune and life, but in fact he basically does things only when he is sure of success.

Just like the famous battle that made him known to everyone in the magic world, that is, he deceived the three giants of hell at one time, not only did he remain intact, but he even cured his lung cancer. This is because he knew the demons too well. They were too greedy to share their things with others, and too timid to have the courage to go to war with people of equal status. Constantine, who understood the minds of the demons, would naturally become the final winner.

Just now, when he tested Yang Le, it seemed that he only used a spell to summon a demon, but in fact, the demon summoned was not simple. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean that this demon is powerful or has a special identity. The demon is just a special little ghost.

The reason why it is not simple is because of its special nature - it is difficult to deal with. The saying that little ghosts are difficult to deal with is not only in the East. Constantine has used the power of this little ghost in previous exorcisms. Although there is no substantial contract, he has established a connection with it. He originally wanted to get rid of this little ghost after tonight, but he didn't expect to use it on Yang Le today.

Constantine's apparent temptation was to use the little ghost to attack Yang Le, but in fact the real temptation was the curse of the little ghost after its death. Demons are like this, they will not be killed willingly, and they will usually curse the people who killed them when they die. When Constantine saw that Yang Le was fine, he knew Yang Le's identity. At least he had to have a demigod level of resistance to ignore the curse.

Constantine felt that tonight was his lucky day. Not only could he have a tryst with a beautiful woman and solve his troubles, but he could also get something out of a god. He had to think carefully about the latter.

"No, the test just now is enough." Constantine's deep look made it difficult to associate him with the gangster image at the beginning, because he was thinking about how to make an offer.

"Let me first tell you what I can offer." Yang Le rested his elbows on his legs and leaned forward to look at Constantine. "One favor. I can help you when you need it, without violating my personal wishes, or I can give you power you've never seen before."

Constantine said without thinking, "Forget about the latter part. I was tired of hearing it when I was still in diapers. How can you, a god, imitate the devil's tricks?"

"You don't think God is much better than the devil, do you?" Yang Le looked at Constantine in shock. The latter was stunned for a moment and then said solemnly.

"It really is."

There are countless records of divine punishments in various sects. If you calculate it this way, the lives harmed by demons are not even a fraction of those killed by God. Constantine, who has dabbled in various sects, naturally knows this.

"Let's get back to the point. What do you think of my proposal?" Yang Le asked sternly. "I know you're in a lot of debt, and I know you're good at managing it, but if one day you max out one of your credit cards and can't stop this cycle, maybe I can help you out."

Constantine didn't answer immediately. He regretted not buying cigarettes. His addiction to cigarettes made him feel like a demon was crawling on his body, and even his brain seemed a little rusty.

Trying his best to think his rusty brain, Constantine decided to agree to Yang Le's suggestion. This was indeed the best thing he could get now. After all, the other party's request was just to find someone, and it was already a stroke of luck to get God's promise.

"Alright." Constantine nodded and extended his right hand towards Yang Le. "I promise you, but we need to sign a contract. Otherwise, if you regret it later, I'll have nowhere to cry. You know, you're a god, and I'm just an ordinary person."

"Okay." Yang Le agreed to Constantine's request. He looked at the latter's empty right hand and asked, "How do we sign the contract?"

"A handshake will do." Constantine waved his right hand. "Don't underestimate this simple gesture. It's not only ancient, but also contains great power. Just a tiny bit of magic can form an unbreakable oath."

After hearing this, Yang Le did not hesitate and stretched out his right hand to shake it. As soon as his right hand touched Constantine's right hand, a magic circle appeared on the back of both parties' right hands. A breeze blew Constantine's windbreaker.

"Now the contract is established." Constantine retracted his right hand, and the magic circle on it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing this, Yang Le withdrew his hand and said to Constantine, "Can you help us now?"

"Of course, but before that I have a small request." Constantine rubbed his hands together.

"What's your request?" Yang Le raised an eyebrow. "I hope you won't push me too far, or I might punch you."

"Don't be so vulgar." Constantine was unfazed by Yang Le's threat. "It's just a pack of cigarettes. I haven't smoked in three hours. I won't be able to perform well without it."

...

Constantine stood in his rental house, contentedly holding the Silka brand cigarette he had been longing for, and exhaled a breath of satisfaction. The room was suddenly filled with smoke.

"Smoke less, Constantine." Zatanna waved her hand, looking at the smoke around her with disgust. "Watch your lungs."

"I'm so happy to hear that you care so much about me, little princess."

Maybe it was because of the cigarette, Constantine was now very relaxed. He didn't look like he was smoking, but rather like he was smoking leaves.

"With a god backing me up, I don't know how to show off to those demons." Constantine looked at his right hand intentionally or unintentionally, his smug look like a historical jester.

He wouldn't be Constantine if he didn't have some crooked intentions. Naturally, there was some ulterior motive in the contract between him and Yang Le. Although, as he said, shaking hands is an ancient and powerful action, it is also very simple, so simple that it has no ability to hide the parties to the contract. As long as Constantine shows the contract in his right hand, anyone who can use magic can see that the person signing the contract with him is a god.

This means that Constantine is now like wearing a royal gold medal on his right hand. He can use this tiger skin to wave the flag at will without Yang Le knowing. Constantine now even wants to find the First Fallen and slap it in the face with this right hand.

Anyway, it won’t be him who will be in trouble.

(End of this chapter)