Constantine could have just agreed, but he insisted on stalling, struggling madly until the bitter end. It was really enough.
Su Ming actually had another card to play: threatening Zha Kang that they would go find Zatanna themselves. The moment he said that, Constantine would rather have God hate him than let Zatanna face the risk of offending God.
Zatanna was currently Zha Kang's greatest weakness. It worked every time.
But once he played that card, it would be hard to use him again next time. Yes, if Su Ming ran into any trouble likely to draw lightning again, Constantine would still be his first choice.
"Take down your Spider Web. We're going outside to set up a Magic Circle." Constantine pulled open his trench coat and checked inside, making sure he had all his equipment.
The black web formed by Strangle retracted into Su Ming's body, and he once again took on Zorro's appearance. "Let's go. If you try anything, I'm sure Diana would be happy to tell Zatanna about how you stuffed your face with shit today."
"...Wouldn't your conscience hurt from telling such a lie?" Constantine looked at Su Ming with disappointment.
"No. As long as Zatanna believes it, I'll only be happy. I love watching this kind of spectacle." Su Ming grinned, raised Godslayer, and jabbed Zha Kang in the lower back with the Egg Beater, signaling him to hurry up.
Constantine's mouth opened and closed like a fish's, but in the end, it became a sigh. Dejected, he headed outside.
"You really are a devil. Have you really never considered claiming some territory in the Hell Plane?"
"If I ever become one of the Demon Lords of Hell, I'll definitely appoint you as my personal flute-playing page."
Su Ming shot back immediately. Zha Kang was