What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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"I believe you ghost!"

Baal's native bullhead erupted in a deafening laugh, and dust fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on Constantine's hands.

“You saw Ian turn and run away! I’ve been hanging on Ian’s tail the whole time, watching you with my eyes. He ran really fast, I think you must owe him a lot of money.”

The Minotaur Demon made a funny little pendant-swaying motion.

"..."

Constantine was somewhat speechless.

“Ian will reward me.” Baal suddenly reached into Constantine’s trench coat pocket, his fingers fumbling quickly and clumsily, and amidst Constantine’s howls, he unearthed all of Constantine’s hidden magical items.

"Damn it! I don't owe him any money! Give it back! Give it back! His father even stole my psychic cards!" Constantine was horrified and twisted futilely in mid-air.

Like a turtle that has been flipped over.

"Then go tell his father, if you dare." The demon Baal packed up Constantine's fortune, leaving him not even Constantine's trench coat.

"No, what kind of plot is this? You should at least leave him his underwear."

As Madison watched this scene, she suddenly had an absurd illusion—as if she were in some twisted theater, except that the actors were demons, exorcists, and herself, the unfortunate witch.

"Alright, I won't take off my underwear. It's just that Ian took off Savita's underwear last time, and I learned how to do it." In the end, the demon Baal adopted Madison's suggestion.

This finally made Madison lower his hand from his eyes.

“A loyal demon like me would be a hot commodity in any hell! I will surely be rewarded!” The demon Baal was full of confidence in his future.

It truly attained enlightenment.

He doesn't care about the Three Palaces Demon or anything like that; he only worships the one true God in the world, God Ian.

It's clear that through these days of reflection and summarization, I've realized that the reason my parents and grandparents all died young is because they all followed the wrong people.

Starting with my generation, we have to change families.

Who knows, I might just get a secure job.

"Gone, gone."

As he spoke, the demon Baal was about to leave with Madison, and he even spat at Constantine, showing that any demon would hate Constantine to the extreme.

"Wait!" Constantine, disregarding all dignity and fueled by the deep-seated hatred that had festered twice, saw that both the demon and the witch had reached the front door.

He suddenly raised his voice, and the chains shook violently.

"You are the Supreme Witch of this generation, right?"

Constantine shouted at Madison, "To be honest, the previous Witch Supreme and I were very close. I think she was your teacher, wasn't she?"

Madison stopped abruptly.

She turned slowly.

"That old witch never looks in the mirror before going out, yet she dares to try and take over my perfect body. You call her my teacher?" Madison recalled his previous encounter through gritted teeth.

She even wanted to spit at Constantine now.

See this scene.

Constantine was stunned when he realized he had guessed wrong. His Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead. He felt that his luck had been getting worse every day since he arrived in the Metropolis.

"Uh, actually I've disliked that old hag for a long time too." Constantine's mind raced, and he quickly changed his attitude, as if he hadn't even tried to build a relationship with her before.

He laughed dryly.

"She still owes me five hundred pounds from last time, so actually, we have a deep-seated grudge." This excuse, which she came up with on the spot, is really not convincing.

Even Madison, who was easily fooled, couldn't help but scoff.

"Save your breath, Mr. Liar." She turned and walked away, her blonde hair whipping in a sharp arc. "I'm not stupid. I know very well that every word you say reeks of scum."

In this regard.

Madison's sense of smell is indeed very keen.

Perhaps every campus star has similar talents.

"Look! Look, you still mention the Supreme Witch. What kind of people associate with what kind of people? That's absolutely true!" Baal, the demon, let out a deafening, merciless laugh.

The pieced-together lungs made a sound like a broken bellows.

“Retribution!”

It hopped around gleefully, a kneecap clattering to the ground, but it ignored it. Just as the two reached the rusty iron gate, Constantine's heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from behind them.

"Don't leave me! I'm telling the truth! You really have to save me!"

His voice was incredibly loud, “I know what those demons are up to. They don’t just want to summon their leader! What they’re doing will absolutely devastate the entire world.”

Perhaps Constantine wasn't exaggerating at all.

Hear the words.

Madison stopped in the doorway, sunlight shining on her blonde hair. The girl turned around, devoid of any curiosity. "Once we find Ian, he'll surely be able to deduce what the demons are up to."

how to say.

Everyone in the DC Universe loves to find an external brain.

Perhaps the little witch's external brain is Ian.

“No matter how powerful that boy is, he’s just a child god!” Constantine’s voice was filled with unprecedented urgency. “You have no idea that those demons possess—”

His words suddenly stopped.

Madison was somewhat taken aback.

She saw Constantine with his mouth agape like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging, and bluish-purple veins standing out beneath his pale skin—a state that no acting could possibly portray.

"what happened?"

The little witch still had some kindness in her heart, and rushed forward to check if Constantine's neck was bound by chains, but there was nothing on Constantine's neck.

He kept kicking his legs.

His body convulsed violently a few times.

Then it hung from the iron chain like a puppet with its strings cut.

He fainted immediately.

"If it weren't for the good price I could get from Lucifer, I would have killed this filthy exorcist... Why did he have to say things he shouldn't have?"

A gentle, warm voice came from the doorway.

this moment.

Madison felt the blood in her brain freeze instantly—she turned to look at the front door, where a man in a sharp suit was standing.

Beneath the man's meticulously combed black hair was a face that was almost perfectly handsome.

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were completely black, with no whites, and that his right hand pierced through Bal's pieced-together chest, Madison would have almost thought he was some banker who had wandered into this place by mistake.

"The Demon of the Crossroads."

Baal's bull head turned with difficulty, its amber pupils shrinking to pinpoints. Dark blood gushed from the corner of its mouth, dripping onto the man's custom-made suit.

It instantly turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated.

"No way, Abyss Demon Barrel, how can you be so weak!"

Madison was horrified.

I never expected that the demon who boasted so much would be defeated in a single move.

"That's how low-level demons are, just consumables."

The suit-wearing devil offered a dismissive explanation for the bull-headed man.

"But he upgraded several times!"

Madison remembered that the Minotaur had mentioned this before.

"I have upgraded, but it's only for low-level demons. It's not for high-level demons. There are also low-level first-grade and low-level second-grade. God Ian said I just reached low-level third-grade."

The Minotaur Demon coughed up blood while forcing an explanation.

"??????"

Madison was speechless.

When did this happen?

How could you even have the mind to explain things to her?

Are you out of your mind?!

"Heh, a low-level demon will always be a low-level demon." The demon in the suit couldn't understand what the minotaur was saying, but that didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

Why did you come back?

The Minotaur Demon spoke in a dying voice.

"We demons are good at betrayal, aren't we? Something's not right about you... we've noticed it for a while. The Triple Demon doesn't want to obtain the power within the Supreme Witch."

The man in the suit withdrew his hand.

next moment.

"Boom!"

Baal's cobbled-together body scattered in a violent explosion.

Debris flew everywhere.

Its head rolled onto the ground with a dull thud, but amidst the rising dust, a cunning glint still shone in its murky eyes.

Nobody realized this.

The devil in a suit approached with a contemptuous smile, ready to crush the seemingly helpless head with a single stomp. However, when he pressed down, the expected explosion did not occur.

Instead, it has a hard feel.

"Ok?"

Italian handcrafted leather shoes hung three inches above Baal's head, their soles stained with green demonic blood. For the first time, a look of confusion appeared on the handsome face of the suit-wearing devil.