#392 - You can talk about anything

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

"With all due respect," Constantine said, draining the remaining wine in his glass. "If you want to find someone, you should be looking for that rich kid with the cat ears and the sexy black catsuit. Use his family's super satellites that can see how many hairs the cheating prime minister has, instead of looking for a frustrated middle-aged man in a shabby trench coat who spent his last bit of cigarette money on a drink here."

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

"I thought I could tolerate my nicotine cravings tonight with a beautiful woman by my side. If not, I could even soak this 'elixir' in water and drink it. But what I got was not only a graceful beauty, but also trouble. In short, I only have one sentence: Why should I help you at the risk of getting myself into a mess?"

Constantine's words were unsympathetic. His "life experience" from struggling in the underbelly of society left the two well-born women at a loss for words. Zatanna was even more ashamed to ask for help after being confronted by Constantine's poverty.

Faced with Constantine's categorical refusal, Diana also began to consider giving up. If it really didn't work, she would have to think of other ways.

Unlike his two companions, Yang Le, who knew a thing or two about Constantine, knew that Constantine was a very intelligent person. He didn't like to speak too definitively, in order to leave himself, a small figure, some room to maneuver. He had completely mastered the art of language, surpassing even the most professional demons.

The focus of Constantine's long speech was not his resentment towards the upper class. He would rather pawn a few cans if that were the case. Nor was it his self-description of poverty. Constantine could live very well if he wanted to. The main point was the 'why.' Yang Le knew that was Constantine's hint, to see what price Yang Le and the others could offer.

However, the naive Zatanna and the straightforward Diana didn't seem to understand Constantine's hidden meaning. They seemed to really be giving up.

Constantine also saw this and almost crushed the cigarette butt in his hand. This cheap trick of playing the victim was the most subtle euphemism he could think of. If the demons heard this, they would inevitably laugh at him, but the three fools in front of him didn't understand.

Especially towards Zatanna, Constantine felt that he had been too conservative before. He hadn't probed Zatanna too much because of scruples. If he had known she was so foolish, he could have taken advantage of her on the first night they met, and even made her willingly empty her father's fortune.

Just as the deal was about to fall through, Yang Le stood up, overtaking Diana and the others, and said to Constantine condescendingly.

"Interested in talking?"

The situation took a turn for the better. Constantine admitted that even if he did it again, he wouldn't have thought that Yang Le, the seemingly least intelligent simpleton in the trio, seemed to understand his meaning.

"Hey!" Zatanna frowned. "Constantine just rejected us. Do you want to force him?"

Hearing his friend's defense, Constantine's mouth twitched slightly, but he still spoke calmly, though impatiently.

"It's okay, Little Z. I don't mind talking to the friend you brought. He's just too anxious. I can understand."

Looking at Constantine, who was like a white lotus flower, Yang Le felt like throwing up. Yang Le guaranteed that if Constantine's appearance was photographed and posted on the door, it would definitely exorcise demons.

It's useless to argue with those who don't want to believe. Yang Le didn't explain much, but asked the bartender for a private room and walked over first. After giving Zatanna a solemn look, Constantine also followed Yang Le.

"Don't worry, Zatanna," Diana said, placing her hand on Zatanna's worried back, comforting her. "Yang Le isn't the kind of person who relies on violence to solve everything."

"I hope so," Zatanna said, sitting uneasily in her seat. After learning that Yang Le might be a demigod, Zatanna had no confidence that Constantine could gain any advantage under him.

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

"Click."

Ignoring the gently closing door behind him, Constantine relieved his increasingly strong nicotine cravings by chewing on the cigarette butt, and said vaguely to Yang Le, who was standing in front of him with his back to him.

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

"I should be asking you that," Yang Le turned around. "As the seller, how can I talk to you if you don't set a price?"

Hearing Yang Le's words, Constantine felt that his nicotine cravings had lessened by half. After spitting out the 'gum' in his mouth, he hooked his lips and said.

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

"As far as I know, Constantine doesn't refuse to sell his body. As long as the price is right, you don't mind doing or being done," Yang Le said, sitting on the sofa in the private room with a carefree attitude.

"I see you know your stuff," Constantine said, not caring about Yang Le's sarcasm, and sat opposite Yang Le in a frivolous manner.

"Introduce yourself. I'd like to see what you can give me. Let me say first, if I'm not interested, then this deal is off the table."

Although Yang Le had shown great power in the recent beastification incident, Constantine was most concerned about the price fluctuations of his favorite Silk Cut cigarettes, and naturally didn't know much about Yang Le, who had just emerged.

"I'll be frank. I'm a god with a divine spark," Yang Le threw out 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, Actually, gods weren't enough to make him so discomposed, mainly because the contrast was too great, he even thought he was on some hidden camera show.

"You can use your own methods to distinguish it," Yang Le didn't explain much, but waited with his arms folded for Constantine to distinguish the truth.

Constantine didn't stand on ceremony 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 burst out from it, constantly roaring and rushing straight towards Yang Le.

However, the beast head was shattered by the cyan thunder that suddenly popped out just half a meter away from Yang Le's body, Not to mention a scream, not even a trace of dust was left.