Late-Stage Lung Cancer

"Go back to hell, or I'll kill myself right now!"

As Constantine spoke, he took a razor blade from his pocket, placed it on his wrist, then, thinking it would be too slow to die, placed it on the carotid artery in his neck instead.

"Constantine, that's the weakest threat I've ever heard. What does your death have to do with me?"

Manmon, possessing Angela, laughed, "Do you really think I would feel pity and give up the chance to rule the world for your life?"

"Of course you won't feel pity, but you need to think carefully about what the consequences would be if I died!"

Manmon was taken aback by this. Yes, he really couldn't bear the consequences of Constantine's death.

Constantine's soul has always been considered a prize by the Lord of Hell, his neurotic father Satan, and has been under constant surveillance.

If Constantine dies, his father Satan will immediately emerge from hell and personally take away this scoundrel's soul from the human world.

When the father and son meet, they will stare at each other awkwardly. Perhaps the angry Satan will spare him some face and not beat him to a pulp in public.

But once he returns to hell, to Satan's home turf, what awaits him is a brutal, merciless beating, the kind that will kill him.

Manmon wasn't afraid of being killed by Satan; as Son of Hell, it was difficult for him to die. To put it bluntly, even Satan wouldn't find it easy to kill him.

But the worst thing is that he can't die, because Satan can use his talents to beat him up in countless ways.

Who knows, after ten thousand years of torture, hell might have added hundreds or thousands more kinds of cruel punishments!

Thinking of this, Manmon shuddered and took two steps back from his suspended body. Constantine could not die, at least not before he successfully descended to earth.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing that Manmon had come to his senses, Constantine gave Midnight a smug look and waved them off, telling them to get lost or they shouldn't blame Manmon if they were killed by him.

Then, with his delicate fingers, he pinched the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, stomped it out hard, and walked with an arrogant gait, swaying as he approached Manmon.

In the past, Constantine would never have done this, but now it was different. He was certain that Manmon would not only not dare to kill him, but would also actively protect him.

"Little Manmon, do you know that the mother you chose to come to earth is my girlfriend?" Constantine said kindly and gently, "If you are born, I will take over Satan's business and become your father!"

Manmon was furious. He couldn't kill Constantine, but that didn't mean he couldn't beat Constantine up. Seeing the arrogant face below, perfectly matching his own hand shape, he didn't hesitate and slapped him across the face.

They couldn't continue!

Constantine held the blade to his own neck and beckoned to Manmon with his other hand. "Come down. Why are you standing so high? Angela is wearing trousers, not a skirt. No matter how high you stand, I can't see her. Besides, I've seen enough."

Feeling deeply humiliated, Manmon slowly lowered himself, determined to break Constantine's hands once he got close, and wash away his shame with his painful howls.

Constantine chuckled, tossed aside the razor blade, and lifted his khaki trench coat. Under Manmon's astonished gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing crude magical patterns painted on his chest with unknown pigments.

"The magic of suicide can only be used on myself. Once I am injured or feel pain, the Magic Power stored in my heart will explode with a 'BOOM' and spray you with blood."

Constantine said, making an explosion gesture with a smug look. "I advise you not to try any tricks. The only way to disable this magic or make me lose control of it is to kill me. Knocking me out or extracting my soul won't work; that will only activate the magic in another way so it takes effect immediately."

Upon hearing this, Manmon felt nauseous, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Moreover, these flies had just flown out of the public toilet, and he had sprayed them with yellow liquid. When they passed by certain parts of their bodies, he had also forcefully slapped them!

This is terrible!

Manmon stared coldly at Constantine; if the ceremony hadn't taken place in the pool, he would have left immediately.

Constantine wasn't about to let Manmon off the hook. He chuckled and leaned closer, putting his arm around Manmon's shoulder— Angela's shoulder—and said, "Son, I have late-stage lung cancer. Do you have any good ideas?"

"No!"

"Impossible, think again, there must be one."

Manmon retorted irritably, "I do have some, but why should I help you?"

"Because if you don't help me, I'll die!" Constantine said matter-of-factly, then his expression changed. "Ouch, I suddenly have a terrible pain in my chest, I feel like it's about to explode and spray you with blood!"

Manmon was furious. "Damn it, even if I have the ability to cure your lung cancer, the process will be very painful, and you will still die immediately if the magic is triggered!"

"Silly boy, if we treat it in a painless way, it'll be fine."

"..."

"Be confident, I believe in you, you can do it!"

Constantine's words made perfect sense, and Manmon was speechless for a moment. Urged on by Constantine, Manmon reluctantly reached out and placed his hand on his ribs, restoring the cancerous nicotine lung and drawing out a large amount of foul-smelling, black, viscous liquid.

During this time, Manmon also tried to destroy the magical patterns, but Constantine was prepared. The paint used to inscribe the patterns was so magical that it was applied directly into the flesh.

Feeling healthy and free of illness, and with his handsome features returning to his face, Constantine closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

This is an unbridled sense of freedom, a harbinger of returning to the path of scum!

After learning of Manmon's arrival, he downgraded Russell's Holy Light Healing spell by one level as a backup plan, and silently waited for the opportunity to come.

Constantine knew very well that Russell was unreliable, because the two of them had the same look in their eyes: the left eye said 'betray your teammates,' and the right eye said 'go to hell.'

He has a greater chance of success if he relies on his own intellect and takes a risk.

Clearly, he succeeded; he can smoke cigarettes for at least another 50 years!

"Hahaha----"

With Manmon trembling with rage, Constantine laughed wildly, reached into his pocket, took out his favorite cigarette, gently put it in his thin lips, and then handed the lighter to Manmon.

"?"

"Look at you, you're so stupid. You have no sense at all. How can you be a son in hell? Hurry up and light a candle for your father on earth."

"..."

Manmont was furious. He was Son of Hell, on par with Jesus in terms of status and position, and enjoyed the worship of countless demons in hell. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Enrage surged within him, and malice took hold. He gripped the lighter tightly, his eyes narrowed to conceal his murderous intent, and he sneered...

He lit a cigarette for Constantine!

Manmon silently tasted the bitter fruit of humiliation and warned himself that those who achieve great things must know how to endure. If he couldn't endure it now, he didn't know how long he would have to endure it when he returned to hell!

It's just a temporary thing, I'll bear with it!

"Hahaha, great choice! Excellent choice!"

Constantine laughed heartily, patted Manmon on the shoulder, took a deep drag of his cigarette, filtered it through his clean lungs, and blew it all onto Manmon's face.

"Cool!!"

"Aaaaaahh..."

Manmon had had enough. He roared at Constantine, shattered the wall beside him with a wave of his hand, and the black mist transformed into jet-black bat wings, which flapped and disappeared into the night.

Manmont couldn't wait any longer. He had to find Gabriel and descend to earth immediately, even if the time and place were wrong.

He wanted to kill Constantine and torment Constantine's soul for all eternity!

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Constantine gave Manmon's disappearing figure the middle finger, stood there smugly smoking a cigarette, and leisurely took out a paintbrush from his pocket.

He drew a complex and intricate Magic Circle around the pool, then muttered incantations. After a burst of sublime blue light, he completely destroyed the best place for Manmon to descend to earth.

The bridge between life and death has been severed!

"Russell, the rest is up to you. I'm sure you won't let me down." Constantine held a cigarette between his hands, and muttered "Silly Bird Manmont" to himself.

How could someone as afraid of death as him possibly plant a suicidal curse spell on himself? Even a child wouldn't believe that!

Snap! Snap!

A series of footsteps sounded, and Midnight and the others returned. The group looked at the Magic Circle on the ground and all breathed a sigh of relief.

Midnight smiled and stepped forward, took the cigarette from Constantine's mouth, pulled out a cigar from his pocket, and lit it for Constantine himself. "John, well done. When it comes to deception, you're always the best."

"Of course, I am John Constantine!"

Midnight nodded repeatedly, took off his fur coat and draped it over Constantine, a cryptic smile on his face, "I heard everything just now. Manmon was afraid that if you died, it would bring Satan down, right?"

Constantine's hand trembled as he flicked his cigarette, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "How could that be? He's just fooling himself. He's afraid of Satan, that's why he believes me. It's all lies."

As if he hadn't heard Constantine's explanation, Midnight sneered and said, "Once Satan descends, he will find that his son is preparing to start anew. If Manmon succeeds in turning the world into hell, Satan will have to stand on equal footing with his son. He will not allow such a thing to happen. One hell is enough."

"Midnight, you make a lot of sense..."

Constantine nodded in agreement, then, as if struck by a thought, tossed his cigar to the ground. "I suddenly remembered that I planted a bomb in your bar. I have to take it down right away, or your bar will be gone."

Swish, swish, swish!

The group of people that Midnight brought blocked all the passages in all directions, surrounding Constantine and scaring him so much that his face turned pale.

"Midnight, what are you doing? We just fought off the devil together. We're comrades who've been through thick and thin together." Constantine looked around and saw no way to escape. This guy was going to kill him!

He just recovered from lung cancer, and there are still plenty of girls waiting for him to mess with. He can't die yet!

"John, the crisis isn't over yet. We can't pin our hopes on a black-winged angel. After all, even Carlos is thinking of destroying the world, so what's impossible for him..."

Midnight's eyes gleamed with a devilish red light. "But once you die, Satan will take Manmon away, and the world will be safe."

Constantine exclaimed in astonishment, "At midnight, you are unwilling to believe my brother, but are willing to believe in Satan. What kind of logic is this?"

"John, stop talking! If you die, 6 billion will be saved. You'll go to heaven!"

"That's right, if you die now, you will become a hero, and your life will be full of meaning."

"Think it through, John. Your shitty life won't see any more meaningful sacrifices!"

"..."

Not only at midnight, but a group of people nearby also began to persuade him. Perhaps feeling that they lacked persuasiveness, they took out weapons and prepared to take action.

Despite it being a tragedy that resulted in the sacrifice of their comrades, everyone's faces were filled with incredibly impulsive smiles. With Constantine dead, they wouldn't have to worry about being sold out anymore.

Sacrificing one person benefits the whole world, and they are doubly beneficiaries—it's perfect!

"You piece of shit, don't even think about it! Even Satan couldn't subdue me, let alone you!"

Constantine took a deep breath and shouted into the broken hole in the wall, "Manmont, Gabriel, come and save me!"

In crucial moments, he still has to rely on his teammates!