Look, This Is What Professionalism Looks Like!

Everyone wore strange expressions. Natasha burst out laughing, while Coulson stood there with his mouth open, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

Listening to the demon's curses, Tony occasionally checked Happy's condition. Only after seeing that he had calmed down and stopped trembling did he ask Constantine.

"Constantine, now that the demon has been sealed inside him, how do we get it out?"

Taking a drag on his cigarette, Constantine held up three fingers.

"There are three ways."

"Let's hear them."

"First, beat the hell out of him while cursing at him.

Once the demon's spirit is crushed by humiliation, it'll voluntarily run out of his body, and we'll be done."

"Uh... how exactly do we curse at it?"

Tony felt awkward. Really—he had never cursed at a demon before!

Knowing he was useless at it, Constantine shot him a contemptuous look.

"Come on, watch my mouth and shout after me: Babas, fuck your mother!!"

Happy's stomach suddenly twitched, and the demon's furious curses could faintly be heard.

"..."

[Emotion Points from Tony Stark +333]

This was way too difficult.

Never mind whether the demon would actually come out on its own.

Tony couldn't bring himself to beat up Happy, his good friend.

"No, no. Give me another one."

He shook his head and rejected it.

With an expression that said, I knew this would happen, Constantine pulled out a pair of nail clippers.

"The second method: a C-section.

You know, delivering a baby?"

Holding the nail clippers, he gestured with both hands, demonstrating the procedure of a C-section with an air of professionalism.

As he acted it out, he explained.

"The principle is the same. We cut open his stomach with a blade, then take the demon out."

Raising the nail clippers in his hand, Constantine looked utterly confident.

"I'm sure that after witnessing my exquisite demonstration just now, you have complete confidence in me.

Relax. Leave Happy to me. At worst, he'll lose his reproductive ability. He won't die."

[Emotion Points from Tony Stark +367]

Ah, this...

Looking at the gleaming nail clippers in the other man's hand, Tony asked himself whether he could really do something so immoral.

For the sake of Happy's happiness for the rest of his life, Tony "cruelly" rejected Constantine despite the expectant look in his eyes.

"...Fine. The last method.

Find someone to put their mouth against his and suck the demon out of his stomach with all their strength."

Looking disappointed, Constantine put away the nail clippers and answered listlessly.

"However, this requires a certain level of physical fitness.

During the inhalation process, you must constantly monitor the other person's condition. You need to stay focused, keep a steady rhythm, and not lose your composure."

Seeing the what-the-fuck expression on Tony's face, Constantine kindly reminded him.

"This method causes the least physical and psychological harm to Happy.

As his good friend, why don't you just suffer a little? Grit your teeth, go mouth-to-mouth, and hold on for a while!"

[Emotion Points from Tony Stark +417]

Constantine, I suspect you have malicious intentions!

Tony looked deeply aggrieved, but he had no evidence.

Looking at Happy's thick lips, who knew what Tony imagined? He instinctively gagged, his face unbearably awkward.

"No, no... this is too difficult!"

Tony wanted to refuse and looked at Constantine expectantly.

Constantine hurriedly took two steps back and waved his hands in refusal.

He walked to the side, dipped his hand in blood, and slowly drew a magic circle on the ground. With a wicked grin, he explained, "I need to keep watch over your situation at all times, and I also have to seal the demon and send it back to Hell in the end, so it can only be you."

Seeing that the other party had a solid reason, Tony turned to Natasha and Pepper.

[Emotion Value from Natasha Romanoff +417]

[Emotion Value from Pepper Potts +441]

The two women shook their heads repeatedly, as if they had taken ecstasy, loudly refusing.

At last, everyone's gazes turned in unison.

[Emotion Value from Phil Coulson +473]

".Me?"

Coulson looked utterly stunned.

"Even if it isn't artificial respiration, it still requires a certain level of professional skill.

As a professional agent, surely something like this won't be too difficult for you!"

Tony's eyes lit up, and he immediately dragged the extremely unwilling Coulson over by force.

Coulson's face darkened as he dawdled along. Who knew what kind of under-the-table deal he had made with Tony.

Stomping his foot and gritting his teeth, he wore the expression of a man marching bravely to his death as he planted a kiss on Happy's plump lips.

Oh~ No~

[Emotion Value from Natasha Romanoff +473]

[Emotion Value from Tony Stark +527]

[Emotion Value from Pepper Potts +466]

As the slurping sounds continued, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly bizarre.

Unable to bear watching, everyone looked away. Thanks to Agent Coulson's diligent efforts—and at the cost of swollen lips—he finally managed to suck the demon out of Happy's body.

Constantine seized the opportunity, yanked the demon over, and sent it back to Hell through a magic circle he had drawn beforehand.

Bang!!

Only the demon's unwilling roar lingered in the air.

"I swear, I'll drag you down to Hell with me—Phil Coulson!!"

"..." Coulson.

Happy's body twitched. Who knew what sweet dream he was having, but he unconsciously licked his thick lips.

Coulson hurriedly got to his feet and moved aside, viciously wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"Mr. Constantine, you sent the demon to Hell. What about the vengeful spirit?"

Amused, Constantine glanced at the man's lips and shrugged. "It left."

"It left? Then how are we supposed to find it?"

"Why would you look for it?" Constantine asked in confusion.

Huh?

Everyone was puzzled.

"No matter how its power manifests, it is still fundamentally a vengeful spirit. In terms of rank, it cannot be compared to a creature like a demon.

It suffered considerable damage during its earlier conflict with that demon and went into hiding.

Without forty or fifty years of recovery, it probably won't be able to heal."

So that was it.

Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Constantine, I am formally inviting you to join S.H.I.E.L.D. We have—"

"I refuse."

Before Coulson could finish, Constantine rejected him.

"Mr. Constantine, I think our cooperation has been quite pleasant. Would you reconsider?

S.H.I.E.L.D. is under the United Nations. Our salary and benefits are the best in the industry, and there are subsidies for every operation, as well as—"

Coulson spoke smoothly, still wanting to make one more effort. He vigorously promoted the organization, hoping to recruit the other man.

This had also been Director Nick Fury's order after learning about Constantine's situation.

In fact, after finding Tony, Coulson had already reported the situation here to Director Fury in advance.

But Constantine's attitude was resolute.

"Heh, I've dealt with plenty of people like you before. Sorry, but I simply can't trust you people!"