"Oh God, how did you know I was here?"
Constantine, like a walking corpse, was being dragged along by Su Ming. He wasn't afraid of meeting the Justice League people but rather worried about encountering characters like Deathstroke from the Otherworld, who acted whimsically yet had clear goals.
To reap benefits, there was no one a mercenary couldn't kill, but the Otherworldly Deathstroke wouldn't kill indiscriminately; he would only make life worse than death....
Su Ming provided a perfect answer to his query: "First, you don't believe in God at all. Second, I have a brain."
Zha Kang wiped his dirty hand on his coat, covered his face, and let out a long sigh.
"You're here to trouble me..."
"Look, look, my filthy friend, a real smart person, huh."
Su Ming removed his arm from Zha Kang's neck and put it around his shoulder, but this guy was just too smelly, as if rotten Thai food was seeping out from under his skin.
The whole person was not only greasy but also had the scent of a dying person, like a mix of urine stench and death smell.
In response to Deathstroke's answer, Constantine just accompanied it with a fake 'hahaha,' while constantly wiggling his shoulder, as if trying to use the grease on his coat to make Su Ming let go.
"Back from hell, huh? How was the harvest?" Su Ming, like a friend, dragged Zha Kang to the reception room and sat around the ridiculous tablecloth: "Where's your butler? Not opening the door, nor serving tea?"
There was a brown water stain on the tablecloth, as if someone had once placed a baby on this small table, and that baby had an accident.
However, this stain somewhat looked like a bat in shape, coincidence?
"He went back to his hometown for a visit; his relatives in hell missed him."
Constantine covered his heart, showing a touched smile.
This was familial love, truly heartfelt.
But Deathstroke's red single eye turned to him, and a cold voice pierced through his lie:
"You sold him? Right?"
"The word 'sellout' isn't quite accurate...um...I just sent him to independently deal with some crises of his, ones he'd eventually have to face, right? Hehe...."
Constantine didn't feel any shame, he even held up a finger to correct Su Ming's words.
"Independent, I like that word." Su Ming forcefully tilted his neck, making a clicking noise as if tasting something sour: "Also, the latter part is correct, there are some things you'll always have to face."
"Hehehe...." Zha Kang wiped his sweat off, he didn't mean it that way!
"You're quite a sensible person; if someone tells me you're an XX or an XXX, the world's number one XXX, I wouldn't believe it at all, not a bit!"
Su Ming treated lies as truths, regardless of whether others believed it or not, he believed it himself.
To deceive someone, you must first deceive yourself, and in such moments, a full-covering mask offers unparalleled advantages.
"Honestly, you shouldn't have come to me, I can't help with the Totality, I don't know what it is." Constantine spread his hands, looking earnestly at Su Ming.
He also wanted to seize the opportunity to make tea and escape, but Green Arrow had already brought the teapot, and Diana was guarding him like a thief, the Lasso of Truth in her hand seemingly sliding unconsciously through her fingers.
Strangulation instantly exploded with dozens of tentacles, sealing the entire area around the table like a spider web, while the Magic Floating Cloak floated up, moving like a snake around Constantine's neck, picking a spot to bite.
Su Ming extended his hand, a flame appeared in his palm, and he heated the beautiful porcelain kettle like that.
"Go on, keep on, see if you can convince me."
Constantine leaned back in the chair, the old seat creaked with eerie sounds: "Listen, you don't need to use the Inverted Man to scare me, I'm not afraid at all, really, I have unimaginable counter curses tattooed all over me, this is my fortress."
"Oh, thanks for reminding me to remember to peel your skin." Su Ming merely produced a warm sound.
"Listen, I played hundreds of rounds of mahjong in hell to win back my life. Indeed, you asked the cursed Barbie Doll to send me to Mai Zi, but it doesn't mean I owe you."
Constantine scratched his head, dandruff falling like snow.
"Ah, ah, ah, pause here." Su Ming shook his head at him, "To normal people, that's called a life-saving grace, which means you owe me."
"Huh? Really?" Constantine looked around, pretending to be ignorant.
But Diana and Oliver are undoubtedly in the same trench as Su Ming, and the poor exorcist didn't get any support from them.
After Oliver took off his hood, he at least gave Zha Kang a sympathetic look, while Diana's gaze was completely a 'death stare'. She even started to doubt whether her previous behavior of chasing down Constantine and his team was truly controlled by Hecate or was it her subconscious acting out?
Su Ming directly pulled out the Godslayer and gently placed it on the table: "John, stop beating around the bush. We have limited time."
"I already said! I can't help with the Totality, and don't ask me to deal with the Destruction Legion either. I don't want to have anything to do with that woman Circe." Zha Kang spread his hands, lying on the table like a salted fish.
"Maybe you could try Unicorn blood yourself." Su Ming tossed Zha Kang's past trap back at him, while lowering his mask, staring at Constantine with a single eye, not intending to smile: "But that's not what I'm here for. I need you to help me with another matter."
Constantine took a deep breath, knowing that today he couldn't escape. Even the Mysterious House would be no match for the Otherworldly Deathstroke behind the Inverted Man.
"Alright, remember, I won't do anything too difficult, too dangerous, too humiliating, too perverted, or too gay..."
Constantine lay face down on the table, raising his fingers and then bending them one by one.
"No, it's not as complicated as you think. I want you to help me locate Pandora." Su Ming grabbed his fingers to stop him from continuing.
Zha Kang lifted his head like a puppet: "Pandora? Is it a new restaurant or..."
"Yes, just the one you're imagining, the greatest sinner." Su Ming nodded to him.
But Constantine's reaction was unexpected; leaning on the chair back, he started to undo his belt, shaking his head frantically as he moved:
"What position do you prefer? I'd rather you explosively take my chrysanthemum right now than use divination to help find Pandora. Do you know what it represents to explore the sins of God through magic?!"
Su Ming nodded, raising the Godslayer in his hand: "Electric eggbeater. Alright, you can get ready now."
Seeing the golden Divine Artifact gleaming coldly, especially hearing the buzzing sound of the Godslayer spinning, Zha Kang unsurprisingly shrank back.
"I really can't do it. It is absolutely impossible for me." Constantine intended to appear earnest, but his eyeballs rolled wildly like dice in a bone cup: "You know my dealings with God and Satan, and this will certainly not please God."
Su Ming nodded again as if convinced but simply handed the eggbeater to Strangulation, while he held Zha Kang's arms.
Nodding and smiling as if he believed him, while the golden weapon, controlled by Strangulation, stretched under the table.
As a newcomer to the Magic Realm, Oliver maintained the smart approach of speaking less and listening more.
Casually commenting on something unknown is definitely asking for trouble.
He decided to do what he did best, which was to act as if invisible. But when the dreadful weapon approached Zha Kang's chrysanthemum, Oliver still turned his head and closed his eyes; it was too cruel.
However, Diana bit her lip; the corner of her mouth had a slight smile as if waiting for Constantine, the heartless man, to be blood-spattered on the spot. It was this scumbag who betrayed Xiaozha.
"Stop, stop, I'll help you, okay?" Constantine might not have been terrified by Su Ming's weapon, but he saw Diana's bloodthirsty eyes.
He may not understand Otherworldly Deathstroke's temperament, only knows it's best not to mess with, but he knows Diana's temper; she'd definitely enjoy watching Deathstroke avenge Zatanna.
For Amazon, righteousness and personal vengeance are no different; both are knife-worthy.
The eggbeater stopped, and Su Ming also leaned close to Constantine's face: "Last chance. Otherwise, you really will need to pay with your chrysanthemum."
"No need for that. I have a plan, really." Constantine forcefully extracted his hands: "No need to be bloody..."
"My pet loves bloody scenes, Diana can vouch for me."
Su Ming gripped his wrist bone, while Wonder Woman frowned and nodded, indicating Strangulation's bloodlust is authentic.
Constantine took a deep breath, revealing a polite smile: "But it doesn't like feces, right? My stomach is full of it. I'm a filthy person, not tasty at all."
Diana also disdainfully nodded to Su Ming, acknowledging that Constantine was indeed truthful. In fact, she felt that after contacting Constantine, one should bathe in alcohol to avoid infection by the 'scum virus'.
"Alright, tell us your plan." Su Ming released his hold, disdainfully shaking his fingers, finding his hand had scraped off grime from the wrist: "But to prevent you from escaping, my cloak will follow you."
Constantine sighed, ultimately unable to avoid it, but fortunately sidestepped the Totality and Destruction Legion matters. Tricks and exaggerations were all to minimize personal losses; it seems he succeeded now.
What Su Ming and his team want with Pandora, he's not blind; the Sin Money Necklace hangs obviously on Green Arrow's chest.
But that's none of his concern; he knows enough about the Totality, but some things, he'll only tell Batman...