This was a cramped room.
A soft incandescent light hung from the ceiling.
Yet the three ferocious faces revealed beneath its glow, along with the sharp horns protruding from their foreheads, proved their identities.
Demons from Hell.
Greed filled their expressions, and every breath they took stirred up Hellish slag.
A long row of chips was stacked on the table.
Three large demons sprawled carelessly in their chairs, watching the man seated at the far end of the table with mocking smiles.
He was a scruffy man in a black trench coat. His face was haggard as he stared at the empty table before him.
Not a single chip remained in his hands. It looked like he was about to lose.
"Heh heh, Constantine." One demon bared a mouthful of yellow teeth and mocked Constantine. "Looks like someone's about to lose."
"I don't think so." Constantine smiled, his gaze falling on the door, which had somehow opened.
A blonde young man leaned against the doorframe, his head lowered as he watched Constantine and the three demons.
His expression was dark as he stared at the demons.
"How did this guy get in?"
The lead demon tilted its head and slammed its fist down on the round table.
Another demon licked its lips and snarled at Jino, "Mortal, get out, or I'll tear off your head and use it as a chamber pot!"
"Is that so?" Jino tilted his head.
Meanwhile, the crafty Constantine had somehow dragged his chair into the corner.
Buzz!
Before his words had even faded, the young man's figure flickered. Like an afterimage, he suddenly appeared before the demon that had been shouting.
Smack!
A large hand as hard as steel clamped around the demon's head.
Crack!
Tremendous force surged from his wrist, twisting the demon's head