The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 395: If you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet
Even though he was overwhelmed by passion, the cunning and calm devil still took a look 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 a basin of cold water was poured on it. The demon's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye like a deflated balloon. When its body returned to normal, it looked at Constantine with a mercenary expression.

"Oh, isn't this Lord Constantine? I just ate my own brother a while ago, and I haven't digested it yet. Just now, my mind became confused again. It's thanks to you that you spanked me that I came back to my senses. Why don't you spank me a few more times to make my ears and eyes sharper?"

The three onlookers were speechless at the sight of such a mercenary demon who knew how to change with the wind. Unlike them, Constantine was already accustomed to these things. He looked normal and just raised an eyebrow at the demon.

The devil immediately understood, and after snapping his fingers, a faint flame immediately lit the cigarette that Constantine had been holding for a long time. Yang Le finally understood why he hadn't lit it for a long time. It turned out to be for this.

Constantine took a drag on his cigarette and said lazily, "Well done, Malbones. You're the best at handling things in all of Hell."

"Look at what you said." Malbois rubbed his hands together, looking flattering. "It was your slap that woke me up. This is all thanks to you."

"Are all the demons in Hell like this?" Zatanna was amazed. This was completely different from what she had learned in the books. Why were they so vicious and cunning? Why were they like dogs?

"Huh." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke. "Remember, Xiao Zha, demons aren't something you can understand just by reading about them. They're fickle. You'll understand once you and I meet a few more. Now, let's get down to business, or my house will be marinated with the stench of this creature."

"You're right." Malprance continued to rub his hands. "If you need anything, tell me to do it, so I don't get in your way."

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

"I need you to help me find the witch Circe."

"Who are you looking for?" Malbois couldn't hold back his composure, even losing his flattering expression. "The witch Circe? She's a witch who lived from the Age of Gods to this day."

"Who asked you to make the introduction?" Constantine said sternly. "Can you do it quickly? If you can't..."

Constantine raised his right hand, casually showing it as if he was scratching his head, and Malbones once again felt the elusive breath of God.

"Very dirty hellish language!" Malbones insulted Constantine in his heart using the dirtiest language he could think of.

He didn't know how this drug addict gained God's favor. He was too scared to even look at the contract carefully. But no matter who the owner of the contract was, he was not someone a little devil like him could afford to offend. In comparison, the witch Circe was a little simpler. At worst, he would just not come to the world for a few hundred years.

"Yes," Malbangshi gritted his teeth and nodded. "But I'll have to pay with many souls. I wonder if Lord Constantine can find a way to help me reduce the losses."

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

"Alright! You've got guts!" Malbones lowered his head quickly, fearing that if he looked at Constantine's smug look again, he would be pissed off.

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

After saying this, Malbois dived into the blood at his feet and disappeared without a trace. "Will he not run away?" Zatanna asked.

"It's 'it,' Zatanna," Constantine corrected Zatanna. "Don't worry, the contract was established when I summoned it. It must fulfill my request, or it will be half dead. Demons may be trash, but they will abide by contracts."

Sure enough, after a while, Malbones emerged from the blood again, with a piece of parchment in his hand. Looking at the painful look on his face, it was clear that he must have paid a heavy price.

Malbaun handed the parchment to Constantine and said, "This is where the witch Circe is now. Now we can complete the transaction."

Constantine took the parchment without even looking at it and handed it directly to Wonder Woman behind him. Then he took out a small clay jar from his windbreaker and threw it to Malboz.

"Here you are, the soul of my enemy. I was originally planning to use this thing when I traded with you, but today I think it's a bargain for you."

Malbangs kept cursing Constantine in his heart. He was the soul of his enemy. 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 could be compensated by this one soul. However, when he thought of the god behind Constantine, he could only swallow his anger, otherwise his life might be in danger.

"Are you sure it's accurate?" Wonder Woman glanced at the parchment, but still asked worriedly.

Before Malboz could answer, Constantine spoke first: "Don't worry, it won't deceive us. The contract won't allow it."

"In that case, thank you, Constantine." Diana memorized the address in her mind, put the parchment away, turned around and was about to leave. She couldn't wait to kill her enemy. Of course, she didn't forget her promise. She pulled Zatanna aside and it was definitely not possible to leave her alone with Constantine.

Zatanna still wanted to resist, but Wonder Woman didn't waste any time. She pulled out the Lasso of Truth and tied her up, saying, "I'm sorry, Zatanna. Although I promised your father, I don't have time to play around with you. I have to inconvenience you."

Yang Le also followed. When he reached the door, something seemed to sound, and he spoke to Malbangshi who was behind him and Constantine finishing the contract.

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

Malbangshi and Constantine were both stunned when they heard this. They both looked at Constantine's right hand. What surprised Malbangshi was that the breath representing God had disappeared.

No, it's more like the contract fell into a very strange state, as if the other signatory of the contract had disappeared. If Constantine's breath had not been on the contract, Malbones would have thought that this drug addict had put a tattoo sticker on him for fun.

"What's going on!" Constantine also noticed something was wrong. He immediately looked at Yang Le, only to find that the latter was hiding behind the crack in the door and looking at him. The narrow crack in the door allowed Constantine to only see the mocking expression on half of the other's face, and the middle finger raised by his right hand as he stretched it in.

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

"Click."

As the door closed gently, Constantine felt himself enveloped by a huge black shadow.

(End of this chapter)