The Joker's Professional Code

"..." However, after hearing Robet's question, Constantine seemed a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

What can you say? That Constantine was so frightened by Mephisto's presence that he didn't even dare to use Portal to spy on him? Did Constantine have no pride?

"Hello?" Robet asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes when he noticed that Constantine had suddenly gone silent, even though the Telepathy Magic spell hadn't been severed. "What's going on? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ahem, there hasn't been much progress on Mephisto's intelligence yet, because he's too powerful, and it's very difficult for us to gather information about him..." Constantine coughed awkwardly twice, explaining briefly, hoping Robet would understand that it wasn't that he, Constantine, was too cowardly, but rather that the enemy was too powerful!

"Then use your Tracking Magic to track him! Didn't you transfer the cost of your Tracking Magic to me before? Now that you're free of debt, why not just use Tracking Magic again?" Robet understood Constantine's meaning, which disappointed Robet somewhat. Constantine, this NPC, seemed increasingly unreliable. Transferring the cost before was one thing—after all, it did bring him a powerful enemy—but now that they had encountered an enemy, he didn't even have any intelligence. What use was this NPC then?

"You're being chased for debts?" Upon hearing Robet's words, Constantine instantly realized something, his voice becoming even more embarrassed. He had cheated so many people before, and this was the first time he had been directly exposed to their faces. Moreover, Constantine still had to deal with Robet afterward. Even though Constantine's skin was thicker than most people's, he still couldn't help but blush. He quickly lit a cigarette to calm himself down while explaining telepathically.

"Actually, my debts aren't just that small. After all, I've learned so much magic, and the debts I've incurred are quite substantial. Of course, that's not why I'm not using Tracking Magic to track Mephisto right now; it's just that this kind of old bitch is really not worth chasing!"

"You were able to subtly detect Tracking Magic and find me. A terrifying being like Mephisto would definitely be able to detect Tracking Magic and counter it. Not only would Mephisto discover me, but I would also pay such a heavy price for nothing..."

Constantine didn't mention that he hadn't seen Mephisto's appearance at all, and therefore couldn't use Tracking Magic; instead, he launched into a lengthy explanation.

Upon hearing Constantine's words, Robet roughly understood that Constantine was somewhat afraid of Mephisto, and Constantine directly tracking Mephisto would be too costly. He wanted Robet to go and help keep things under control...

Robet pondered for a moment, but showed no intention of going over. Instead, he transmitted his voice, saying, "Continue searching for Mephisto's whereabouts. If you find him, contact me immediately, and I'll come over right away..."

"That Superman ..." Constantine's voice held a hint of hesitation and anticipation. He wanted Robet to contact Clark, as Robet alone was no longer enough for Constantine, because in Constantine's eyes, Mephisto was far too dangerous!

"I have no contact with him. If the battle really gets intense enough, he will find out." Robet interrupted Constantine calmly. After these few incidents, Robet's trust in Constantine, this NPC, had plummeted, making it even less likely that he would tell Constantine about his true relationship with Clark.

"Alright..." Constantine, realizing the Telepathy Magic had been cut off, looked at Clary and the others with a hint of helplessness and said, "He doesn't seem to be coming right now, but if that old bitch shows up, he told us to contact him immediately, and he'll come to help..."

"Shall we search for that old... trail now?" Clary's eyes flickered slightly. From Constantine's cautious attitude, she knew Mephisto's strength, so she felt that searching for Mephisto's trail would be very difficult.

"No rush. When this kind of guy appears on Earth, he's bound to cause a big stir, maybe even bigger than what happened with the Angel!" Constantine slowly shook his head and said softly, "Based on the information we have so far, although we don't know how he reached an agreement with the Angel, it seems like the Angel were also outmaneuvered by him..."

"Therefore, we must not rush, especially since we have already been exposed once. We can take it slow. If he wants to unleash more of his power, he will inevitably leave more traces!"

"Okay..." Clary gave Constantine a deep look. She felt that Constantine's behavior when facing Mephisto was a bit off, but she was a newbie and it was not appropriate to question Constantine. For now, she could only follow Constantine's plan and wait for Mephisto to make a mistake.

"Cough cough, Robet, my injuries seem to have healed..." On the other side, when Robet came to his senses, he saw Peter Parker looking at him awkwardly, muttering to himself, while the expressions of Barry Allen and the others around him were also a little strange, which made Robet pause for a moment.

"Oh, I was using telepathy earlier and didn't notice your injury..." Robet paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand and looked at Peter Parker and the others seriously, saying, "You need to train harder. It looks like bigger trouble is coming soon!"

The trouble Robet was referring to was, of course, Mephisto. Robet shared the same thought: if a Hell Demon King had caused such a commotion before, just how much more trouble would this Hell Lord, who was far more powerful than Hell Demon King lord, cause?

Furthermore, if a Hell Demon King has several High-level Demon clearing the way for him, it's quite normal for a Hell Lord to have some Hell Demon King and Demon clearing the way for him, right?

Therefore, it won't just be Robet himself who will have to face formidable enemies; Clark, Kara, and even Peter Parker may also need to get busy.

"Is it that serious?" Peter Parker and the others exchanged glances, but they didn't doubt Robet's meaning, especially after Robet briefly explained Mephisto's situation. Even Kara couldn't help but take it seriously.

However, what Robet and Constantine didn't know was that Mephisto, whom they thought would remain hidden and wait for his opportunity, had already begun to take action.

"How could this be? It shouldn't be like this. My destined knight isn't here at this time. Where did my destined knight go?" In an Amusement Park, an old gentleman-looking Mephisto was sighing. There were all sorts of jugglers and even motorcycle stunt shows in the Amusement Park, but the knight of Mephisto's dreams was nowhere to be seen.

"Where has my knight gone? Why does the primal power of the Hell Dimension warn me every time I think about this? What does my searching for my knight have to do with the primal power of the Hell Dimension?"

Mephisto shook his head somewhat dejectedly, got up to leave the Amusement Park, and then noticed the Joker performing...

Yes, this is the real Joker, the one from Gotham. He had his game with Batman interrupted by Robet and Clark's intervention, so the Joker temporarily left Gotham. He wanted to expand his battlefield with Batman, and since Batman had brought in outsiders first, he naturally wanted to bring in some as well.

However, upon arriving at the Amusement Park today, the Joker saw a circus performer whose performance was stiff and lifeless, completely wasting his Joker costume. So the Joker decided to tell the performer that being Joker requires professionalism, because he used to be extremely dedicated, and he wouldn't allow any Joker to be irresponsible in their profession...

"What a peculiar soul! Even in hell, few souls can compare to his evil!" Mephisto never expected that, after all his despair, he would find a new and better opportunity. Instead of finding his destined knight, he seemed to have found a rather remarkable fellow.

"Besides, this guy's obsession runs really deep! With such a deep obsession, it would be such a waste not to help you fulfill it!"

With that thought, Mephisto vanished from his spot. The Joker, who was in the middle of his performance, seemed to sense the presence of supernatural forces around him, but since he no longer had his Mask, he couldn't perceive them clearly. In addition, given the Joker's professionalism, he quickly focused on his performance.

The audience applauding below probably never imagined that the Joker performing on stage was a ruthless killer with blood on his hands. They should also be thankful that this wasn't Gotham's Amusement Park, and Batman wouldn't be there. Therefore, the Joker had no intention of kidnapping the entire Amusement Park with a bomb to play with Batman...

Night fell, and after the show, the Joker returned backstage satisfied. Although he hadn't done his old job in a long time, his skills were in no way rusty. Perhaps it was the makeup on his face that constantly reminded Joker where he came from and why he had come to this point.

"So? Have you failed at learning?" The Joker gave a seemingly kind smile, but it filled the Red Nose Joker's eyes with terror.

Red Nose couldn't understand where this madman in front of him came from. He was doing his job perfectly fine when the Joker suddenly took a dislike to him, not only beating him up and tying him up, but also threatening him to learn how to be a real Joker.

What a nutcase! He's just doing a part-time job at the Amusement Park, why is he so dedicated? He's just a Joker, why should he put so much effort into it? Wouldn't it be better for him to use that time to get a few more jobs?

Of course, this was just Red Nose's thought; he didn't dare say it aloud because he had not only been beaten up and tied up, but the Joker was also holding a small dagger and scrutinizing his expression.

That kind smile would be very familiar to General Ika if he were here; he had trembled with fear countless times beneath that same smile...

"Waaah!" Red Nose, whose mouth was gagged, hurriedly nodded, indicating that he had failed the lesson, fearing that the Joker's dagger might cause trouble.

"Pop!" The Joker shook his head, pulled the gag out of Red Nose Red Nose's mouth, and looked at him gently, saying, "Shh! Don't shout, everyone's gone, no one's coming. Now, tell me in detail the ten differences between my performance and yours, and how you should improve. If you really learn, I'll let you go..."

"..." Red Nose was stunned on the spot. Why did he have to hand in homework? Was being a circus Joker really that dangerous? If he had known it was this dangerous, he wouldn't have taken this part-time job!

"Sigh! It seems you still haven't learned it!" The Joker couldn't help but feel disappointed. In this restless society, it's true that very few people can calm down and do their jobs properly.

"Wait! I've got it! You're more dedicated than me, you love this job more than me, you're more... um!" Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Red Nose's mind surprisingly sharpened in his panic. But before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a chill on his chest. He looked at the Joker in disbelief and asked, "Wasn't I... answering your question? Why are you trying to kill me?"

"Because I think even if you say it, you can't do it. You don't really love it. All you have is the fear of death!" The Joker's dagger had already pierced Red Nose's body. He stared at Red Nose's eyes with a serious expression.

"You're crazy. I never loved this job. I was just looking for a part-time job..." Red Nose murmured weakly upon hearing the Joker's words. He wanted to teach Joker Joker a lesson before he died, or at least spit blood all over him, but in the end, he didn't have time to do anything before he lost his breath.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"What a brilliant performance! What a born villain!" Just then, applause and exclamations rang out from the side. Mephisto emerged from the darkness, looking at the Joker and the dead Red Nose with a smile.

"Demon?" The Joker frowned. He was quite familiar with the aura of Demon, after all, he had personally created a Shadow Demon King. Even the faint sulfurous smell emanating from Mephisto was enough for the Joker to recognize.

"You actually recognized me? You're clearly just an ordinary person with an evil soul..." Mephisto glanced at the Joker with some surprise, then laughed and said, "Perhaps it's because you look too much like Demon. You're even more evil than the guy I met before. I never imagined that someone like you could be born on Earth! You're truly gifted!"

"Special talent? It's all about hard work!" The Joker scoffed. There was no such thing as special talent. Whether it was him or Batman, they were just monsters spawned by the deformed city of Gotham!