"What did you come for?"
Bruce Wayne said to Constantine with a cold face.
He held a bat-shaped hatchet in his hand, as if he could throw it out at any time.
"I always feel that we are in the same group. Do you feel the same way?"
Constantine slowly lit a cigarette and spoke in a casual tone.
By the way, he tightened his windbreaker to prevent his body from freezing in the cold.
He slowly closed the huge wooden door behind him. Judging from his movements, this was not an easy task.
"How about that?"
Wayne threw the hand ax out with a normal expression, and the ax flew past Constantine's head, trimming the frivolous man's temples.
The ax went through the wooden door, making the place better ventilated.
Except it's a little bit cold.
Wayne opened the inside of his clothes and pulled out another hatchet from a row of hatchets.
He likes to be prepared, after all, the equipment he carries is always better than something he picked up off the ground.
"I have some questions about death that I want to ask, but obviously I'm not qualified yet."
Constantine flicked the cigarette butt, looked up at Wayne and continued:
"As for the barbarians, I know about them. They are a group of noble lunatics. To be honest, I don't like this way of fighting."
"What do you want from me, Constantine?"
Wayne's words were categorical, and there was no hint of caution in them.
Although aware of Constantine's notoriety, Wayne still believed that he had the situation under control.
At least he doesn't regard Constantine as a teammate yet. If there is any need to fight together, just let Constantine leave on his own.
"Getting a place to stay and a chance to meet death."
Constant didn't raise his head when he said this, he just smoked his cigarette silently, his movements were a bit obscene.
He just said a great name.
"Then do you want me to chop off your head?"
There was no emotion in Wayne's voice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or just a threatening joke.
To meet death?
Wayne knows what death is.
If Constantine was serious about this, it would be a big trouble.
Wayne doesn't lack courage.
It would be better to say that he has more courage than anyone else. After all, facing fear every day and finally choosing to make yourself the object of evil deeds requires unparalleled bravery.
A prudent and knowledgeable man like him is well aware of Nietzsche's famous words about staring into the abyss.
But he was prepared.
Especially after knowing that fear is no longer an invulnerable concept, Wayne has thought about how to defeat Diavolo more than once.
"If necessary."
Constantine raised his head suddenly, but quickly lowered it again.
But when he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.
Obviously Constantine is not very calm now.
It was as if he had truly seen the truth of life not long ago.
"This world is so strange, isn't it? Death seems to have forgotten me? Or have you ever had similar thoughts?
Rather, he excluded us. It felt like we were inappropriate wherever we appeared."
Constantine tested Wayne little by little.
He wants to get something useful, and these will determine his future actions.
"Then you might just be a bit unsociable."
As Wayne spoke, he put away the hatchet in his hand, and then turned around silently.
He had to continue fighting, after all, the prizes provided by his ancestors were worth his efforts.
Now that there is an easier and clearer way to become stronger, he won't abandon it.
It was just a matter of making more preparations, even though he was a little worried about using anger as an energy for fighting.
"Okay, I'm always out of line, but I'm also always right."
Constantine spread his hands, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and dropped the ashes to the ground.
Constantine sensed something was wrong.
Some big questions about the world.
This was something he had a vague feeling when he was learning the spells of the ancient mage lineage.
The world excludes him a little bit.
He didn't notice this kind of exclusion from Luke and the others.
And he didn't dare to test Bulcaisuo yet, or maybe he just didn't find a safe way to test it yet.
It felt like I was a stepmother and didn't get the slightest attention in this world.
So he wanted to get some news from death, preferably answers.
"I try to love life, but what in this world is worthy of my love? Isn't it gay?"
Constantine said a little boredly.
Life has never been simple for this man.
Fortunately, now he no longer needs to worry about this matter.
"The Hulk is going to crush you!"
There was a huge roar, and a sturdy green figure with an earth-beating demon rushed in from the other side of the wooden door!
Then two huge bodies hit the ground heavily.
The smoke and dust in the sky made it even more difficult to breathe in this place with poor ventilation.
"Ahem! I said, it's not these rocks you want to crush, right? Big man?"
The cigarette in Constantine's mouth was almost extinguished in the smoke and dust.
Fortunately, I don't know what kind of stone it is, but it was completely broken after being smashed.
At least no gravel splashed onto his handsome face.
"Huh? Pretend I didn't say it, you can do it yourself!"
Constantine shivered when he saw clearly the figure in the smoke looking at him with angry eyes.
He had heard of the Hulk, although it didn't have a good reputation.
Hulk then lifted a thick stone pillar from the ground and walked outside.
Constantine wanted to say "please shut the door", but when he saw the smashed appearance of the earth-thumping demon, he chose to shut up.
When you say dirty words, it also depends on the situation.
Moreover, Constantine didn't think that Hulk's IQ could understand the meaning of his dirty talk.
"Hulk, are you happy?"
Betty Ross's voice came from the other side of the door, and Constantine could only tighten his tight coat in loneliness.
"There are people who love the Hulk, but why do the people I meet only love my body and my little money?"
Constantine took a long drag on the cigarette until the butt turned red.
To be continued...