All Worlds Madhouse

John's hand holding the cigarette stiffened slightly, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

"Are you trying to trick me?"

Ziliang nodded: "Yes."

"Haha, that's ridiculous. I just gave you a cigarette. It's not a soul contract. Why should I listen to you?"

"I'm telling you this for your own good." Ziliang said confidently: "Just like what you just said, something big will definitely happen in hell during this period, and this will also cause your cancer. will return to your body. You will definitely die. You will never be able to solve this dead situation on your own. Therefore, you need me to help you, and joining my team is also a good thing for you. Free, I can take you to see more and better worlds, instead of being trapped in this city where only sadness and pain remain."

John hesitated for a while.

"Well, thank you for telling me so much," he said, "but I'm sorry I don't believe you, so goodbye, friend."

As he said this, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hi." Ziliang immediately stopped him: "I suggest you take this." As he said this, he tore off a piece of paper from his notes and handed it to the other party.

John took the piece of paper and looked back and forth. It looked like an ordinary piece of paper with nothing on it.

"With all due respect, I will not use this thing." Constantine said.

"Believe me, you can use it." Ziliang said in reverse: "Oh, before I leave, can you give me a cigarette? Some time ago, I lost all the hidden goods."

"Of course. No." John said, responded with an "apologetic" smile, turned around and left.

When he passed a corner, he crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can nearby.

At midnight in England, the cold wind always carries a stale smell, mixed with the smell of alcohol and slaps on people's faces, making them feel even more sleepy.

Normally, John would have yawned a few times and then returned to his cheap apartment to catch up on his sleep.

But at this moment, he didn't know whether it was because he had been drunk for several days in a row or for some other reason. In short, the night wind was very abnormal, making him more and more sober.

The face of that person just now always lingered in John's mind.

Who is that guy? What is he going to do? And what the hell is that notebook? Cancer, hell, and the vision of dying I saw.

"Haha, that's a cover-up, right? It's probably a bad idea that came up with some guy who has some issues with me, and he wants to take revenge on me. It must be like this. If I believe it, then I'm a fool." He thought to himself. Then he lit another cigarette, and the spicy feeling was sucked into his lungs, making him feel a slight sting in his chest.

"If this matter is known to some people, then you are not just going to hell! Go to hell! Then! It's easy!"

The guy's words reappeared in John's mind over and over again, seeming to remind him, don't turn a deaf ear to these words, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!

Constantine frowned.

"Damn!" He finally cursed in a low voice, and then waved to stop a taxi on the roadside.

"Where to go?"

"[MIDNITE] Bar."

On the edge of Solomon 7 Street, there is a brand new bar that has just opened a year ago.

This bar is called [MIDNITE].

Maybe some people have heard that in distant Manhattan, there is a bar with the same name as here. That bar is anything but ordinary, because it is only open to 'bastards' and people with super powers.

Um, okay, that's not just the same name, it's the same one.

Yes, [MIDNITE] has now moved to London, because the previous bar was bombed during a battle between National Front parties, and now there are explosions every now and then in Manhattan. The protection of [MIDNITE] bar can resist the Archangel A level of holy light bombing, but there was no way to ignore the bullets, gasoline, and grenades thrown everywhere.

So there was no choice but to move his family to London. After all, he had to do business.

[Daddy Midnight] is an authentic black man, and at the same time, he is also the most powerful witch doctor in the Mediterranean basin. In his own words, he is an extreme sensualist and former slave owner. He plays with the life and death of other people in his hands. He leads a group of brutal street gangsters and calls himself the most despicable person in Manhattan. , the bloodiest and most terrifying character. Well, I have to say that his summary is quite comprehensive, but now the region will be changed to England.

Soon, the taxi stopped beside Solomon Street.

"Hey, brother, I have to remind you, this bar is a bit evil. Last week, a man was found dead at the door of the bar, and all the blood in that man's body was sucked dry." The taxi driver was chatting while collecting money. Said something generally.

"I know that boy insisted on making a bet with the vampires that day. Unfortunately, the bastard from the vampires finally touched an [A]." John said lightly.

The driver was silent for a second: "Hahaha, you really know how to joke."

Before he finished speaking, there was an engine sound, and the driver quickly ran away, leaving John standing in the wind.

He smiled and put the banknote in his pocket into his pocket. It was good, and he saved another car payment.

The bar was opened underground. Constantine walked down the stairs. There was a burly man guarding the door. He saw the other party inexplicably took out a playing card and turned the back towards John.

"The prairie dog brushing his teeth." John said, then walked around the strong man and walked into the bar without looking back.

Pushing open the door of the bar. Well, although this place looked like it was about to close just after opening from the outside, it was bustling with people once inside. The word "demon chaos" can describe the situation here very well. All kinds of weirdos sit together in groups. There are hybrid angels with gray wings behind them and hybrid demons with shining eyes. They all obey the rules here. Everyone plays his own way, and there are few conflicts.

This is Father Midnight's rule. Just like his name, [Midnight] is when light and darkness meet, and he is in the middle, maintaining an impartial and neutral posture, not interfering in any relationship between heaven and hell. resentment.

This is exactly the opposite of Constantine, who messed with both sides.

Therefore, the relationship between Midnight Father and John was not very good, and Father even wanted to kill John more than once.

And this time, the reason why he let John into his bar was entirely because John helped him apply for a business license a year ago.