Not Playing by the Rules, Playing by the Law

In the apartment living room.

Du Mu and John Constantine suddenly appeared out of thin air, giving Angela a huge fright.

"Oh God, are you two all right?"

Angela had originally been a staunch materialist, firmly believing that science could explain everything.

But in the span of just half an hour, she had first suffered an attack by a whole horde of demons, then watched two living people vanish and reappear right before her eyes. Her worldview had shattered completely, and she had now become a devout Catholic.

Du Mu said cheerfully, "It's fine, it's fine. I found your sister. She really did commit suicide, but you don't need to worry. Her soul won't remain in Hell, because I've already sent her to meet God."

Why did that sound so strange?

Having witnessed Du Mu's abilities, Angela did not doubt him in the slightest and repeatedly thanked him. "Thank you so much. Thank you for saving Isabel's soul."

As she spoke, she noticed that Constantine beside him had not said a word. His eyes were vacant, and he looked as though his soul had been sucked out of him.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Ignore him. Heaven just turned him away, so he's feeling pretty crushed right now."

Du Mu wore an undisguised look of glee at his misfortune.

Constantine really was the kind of guy even dogs disliked. The moment Heaven saw him, it practically welded its gates shut, as though afraid he would somehow swindle it.

But Heaven could hardly be blamed for that.

Constantine's reputation was infamous throughout the three realms.

From the angels of Heaven to the demons of Hell, there was not a single faction he had not screwed over. His reputation was worse than the devils in Hell.

If Heaven really took him in, its