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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)
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)
