John's hand holding the cigarette stiffened slightly, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart.

"Are you cheating me?"

Ziliang nodded: "Yes."

"Ha, it's so ridiculous. I just gave you a cigarette. It's not a soul contract. Why should I listen to you?"

"I told you this for your own good." Ziliang said with fearlessness: "Just as you said just now, there will definitely be a big thing in hell during this period, and this will also lead to your cancer returning to your body. You will definitely die. You will definitely not be able to solve this death situation by yourself alone. Therefore, you need me to help you, and joining my team will also be a relief for you. I can take you to see more and better worlds, rather than being trapped in this city where only sadness and pain are left."

John hesitated for a while

"Okay, thank you for telling me so much," he said, "But I'm sorry I don't believe you, so goodbye, friend."

He said, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hi." Ziliang immediately called him: "I suggest you take this." He said, tearing off a piece of paper from his notes and handing it to the other party.

John took the paper and looked around. It looked like an ordinary piece of paper with nothing on it.

"I am not going to use this thing," Constantine said.

"Believe me, you can use it." Ziliang said inversely: "Oh, can you still give me a cigarette before leaving? Some time ago, I lost all my hidden goods."

"Of course not." John said, turning around and leaving with an "apologetically" smile.

When he passed a corner, he kneaded the paper in his hand into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can beside him

In midnight in England, the cold wind always has a bit of old smell, mixed with alcohol and patting people on their faces, making them feel sleepy and drowsy.

In the past, John would definitely yawn a few times and then go back to his cheap apartment to make up for it.

But at this moment, I don’t know if it was because I had been drunk for several days in a row or something else. In short, the night wind was abnormal, making him more and more sober.

The person's face, like kidney deficiency, was always wandering in John's mind.

Who is that guy? What is he going to do? And what the hell is that note? Cancer, hell, and the illusion of dying that I saw.

"Haha, that's a fool. I guess it was a bad idea that someone who had a little bit of a relationship with me came up with. I want to take revenge on me. This must be true. If I believe it, I am a fool." He thought about it and then lit another cigarette. The spicy feeling was sucked into his lungs, making him feel a slight stinging pain in his chest.

"If this matter is known to some people, then you are not just simply 'going to hell', right? Going to hell! That's simple!"

The guy's words came to John's mind over and over again, as if reminding him not to take these words as if they were in front of him, otherwise you would definitely regret it!

Constantine frowned.

"Damn it!" He finally cursed in a low voice, then waved his hand to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

“Where to go?”

“【midnite】bar.”

On the edge of Solomon 7 Street, there is a brand new bar that has just been open for a year.

This bar is called [midnite].

Perhaps some people have heard that in faraway Manhattan, there is a bar with the same name as here, which is by no means ordinary because it is only open to 'multicultural' and superpowers.

Well, well, that's not just the same name, but the same one.

Yes, [midnite] has now moved to London because the previous bar was bombed in a battle between the National Front Party. Now, there are explosions in Manhattan every now and then. The protective cover of the bar can bomb the holy light at the Archangel level, but it cannot ignore bullets, gasoline, and grenades thrown everywhere.

So there is no way, [Midnight Dad] can only move his family to London. After all, business must be done.

[Midnight Dad] is a genuine black man, and at the same time, he is also the most powerful witch doctor in the Mediterranean basin. In his own words, he is an extreme carnalist, once a slave owner, and he plays with the life and death of others in his hands. He leads a group of brutal street gangsters, claiming to be the most despicable, bloodiest and terrifying figure in Manhattan. Well, I have to say that he summarizes it quite comprehensively, but now the region is about to be changed to England.

Soon, the taxi stopped next to Solomon Street.

"Hey, brother, I have to remind you that this bar is a bit weird. Last week, I was found dead at the door of the bar, and the blood in that person's body was sucked dry." When the taxi driver collected the money, he said in a chat.

"I know that the boy insisted on betting with the people of the blood clan that day. Unfortunately, the blood clan finally found a picture [a]." John said lightly.

The driver was silent for a second: "Haha, you are really good at joking."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "tumbling" sound of engines, and the driver ran away, leaving John standing in the wind.

He smiled and stuffed the bill in his hand into his pocket. It was very good, and he saved another car money.

The bar was opened underground, and Constantine walked down the stairs. There was a burly man guarding the door. He saw the other party inexplicably take out a card and turn the back to John.

"The groundhog brushing his teeth," said John, and walked around the strong man without looking back and into the bar.

When I pushed open the bar door, although the place looked like it was about to close the door as soon as it opened, there was a lot of noise after entering. The word "demon dancing" can well describe the situation here. All kinds of weird people sat together in groups, mixed angels with gray wings behind them, and mixed demons with bright eyes. They all abide by the rules here and play with their own things and rarely have conflicts.

This is the rule of Daddy at midnight, just like his name. [Midnight] When the light and darkness meet, he is in the middle, maintaining an impartial neutral posture and not interfering with any grudges between heaven and hell.

This is exactly the opposite of Constantine, he is involved in any side.

Therefore, the relationship between Dad and John at Midnight was not very good, and Dad even wanted to kill John more than once.

And this time, the reason he lets John enter his bar was entirely because John helped him a little while applying for his business license a year ago.
Chapter completed!