[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

what's wrong with this dance

[...too clingy, Bailey. 】Konstantin reluctantly pulled the person towards him. Because the other party deliberately tilted the umbrella, Constantine didn't get a little rain on his body, but Bailey Yar's body was exposed to the rain, soaked Wet one.

The black-haired man took a deep look at Constantine, didn't speak, but smiled to himself.

Literally a punch in the cotton.

Constantine said helplessly: [Where is the car? 】

【there. 】

Under the same black umbrella, the leather shoes and the rainwater deposited on the ground made a crisp sound.When he was about to walk to the front of the car, Constantine said softly: [Don't come here next time, this is not a good place. 】

Papa Midnight's bar, a place where the evil race carnival, even if Bailey Yar had never set foot inside the bar, just standing outside, Constantine couldn't help worrying.

The palm was gently held, the gaps between the fingers were pried open, the warm palm was tightly pressed, and there were also docile and fitting fingers.

【I brought the amulet, which you made yourself, my dear. 】

[Well, thank you very much Mr. Yar for your trust in me, but this is not an excuse for you to come to such a crappy place alone. 】Konstantin squinted over, 【Given that, the people who will pass by that bar may be people, or some kind of bloodthirsty monsters.My ability is limited, it is impossible to block all monsters. 】

The black-haired man blinked and said slowly: [Okay. 】

[Wait a little longer, give me a little more time. 】Konstantin bit the round hard candy in his mouth with a "click", he will soon get rid of the troubles in the other world, and then spend the rest of his life quietly, with this cunning Mr. Yar.

[You know, Johnny, I can never refuse you. 】

In the bathroom, Constantine took a deep breath and slid down his body.

Constantine immersed himself in the water. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling separated by a layer of warm water.

The whole world distorted before his eyes.

***

Bruce Wayne wanted to rent a restaurant on the next floor of the Iceberg Club for a party, and the Penguin would not refuse the large sum of dollar bills delivered to his door.

In order to meet the big money Prince Gotham wanted, the various departments of the Iceberg Club open to ordinary people acted urgently, and the food and beverage service department where Constantine worked was inevitably affected, which was exactly what Bruce Wayne hoped.

"work overtime?"

Facing the foreman's request, Constantine originally wanted to refuse.However, thinking about the huge debt, he chose to refuse when the club wanted to mobilize a group of people to work overtime because of a special event. If the foreman took revenge on this, he would be expelled the next day for wearing small shoes...

He was fired after only three days, what a deal.

He still needs this job more.

Constantine swallowed his refusal, nodded slightly and said, "Okay, sir."

Anyway, just tonight.

For the sake of that expensive overtime pay.

At seven o'clock in the evening, luxury cars parked in front of the Iceberg Club, where the upper class celebrities in Gotham almost gathered.

No matter how bad Baby Bruce's reputation is outside, everyone thinks he is just a mascot of the Wayne Group, and even the media maliciously lamented that the old Wayne couple died too early, but Wayne is Wayne, no One can decline a Wayne invitation.

Moreover, many people know who the owner of the Iceberg Club is and what his identity is on the other side.The Iceberg Club is the base camp of the Penguin, and holding a party here is in a sense borrowing the power of the Penguin, and ordinary small forces dare not be presumptuous in the Iceberg Club.

Except, of course, those lunatics in Arkham.

Now Constantine has just arrived, and he doesn't know much about the unique culture of Gotham City. He doesn't have an intuitive understanding of the simplicity of its folk customs, and he doesn't know how talented the patients in the Arkham Mental Hospital, the landmark building of Gotham City Come forth in large numbers.

He only thought that tonight's party was a carnival for rich people to throw money. When Constantine used to achieve certain goals, he used a spelled playing card to pretend to be an invitation letter and so on. prom.The exorcist can clearly see the darkness that grows in the shadows of the ball, feeding on the desire-desire in the hearts of those indulgent men and women. As long as a little temptation can be undone, the devil likes this kind of depravity.

The slim black tuxedo outlined the exorcist's thin and tall figure. The white shirt was buttoned down to the throat, and his abstinence was not like Constantine's original character.Holding a tray of champagne in one hand, he walked in the venue.

His task is to turn the champagne carefully and gracefully, not to offend the guests, and to make sure that the guests have fun during the ball.If you receive a small note from a guest during work, if you want to do something, you can talk about it after get off work.

The foreman emphasized.

This kind of dance party has many men and women who come to try their luck. The appearance of the service staff of the Ice Mountain Club is above the horizontal line, and some of them are not inferior to the handsome men and women in Hollywood. However, in order to ensure their professionalism, they cannot actively flirt with customers during work. The guest room is even more unacceptable.

When there was only a glass of champagne left in Constantine's tray, there was a small exclamation in the venue.In the continuous sound of shutters, a handsome man in a high-end suit, like His Majesty the King, walked into the venue with a beautiful model in his arms, stepping on the exclamation and cheers of his subjects, with a frivolous smile on his face among.

He is Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, a playboy, and looks like nothing, but he is Wayne.

When passing by Constantine, the only glass of champagne left on the tray naturally fell into the hands of Bruce Wayne.A beauty in one hand, good wine in the other hand, black hair, blue eyes, handsome appearance and sweet smile Gotham Baby raised his glass to everyone, loudly said: "To Gotham!"

"To Gotham!"

The guests with wine in their hands responded one after another, pushing tonight's carnival party to its first climax.

Constantine glanced at the wall clock in the venue calmly, and there were still five hours before get off work.

After returning to the meeting place with the champagne tray again, Constantine slowed down and wandered around the corners of the meeting place. Even though he was so low-key, someone bumped into him reeking of alcohol.

Unable to dodge, although Constantine kept the tray, the champagne in the glass was spilled out with a large movement, and Constantine was sprinkled all over.

"Hey, you..." Konstantin, who sounded the warning from the foreman in time, forcibly suppressed the complaints on his lips, and said stiffly, "Sir, are you okay?"

The tone of voice should be questionable, but Constantine just said it flat and without any sincerity.

The person who almost hit the tray in Constantine's hand was none other than Bruce Wayne.

The high-end suit that the famous playboy in Gotham used to wear properly before is now a lot wet, the marks are black, the tie is missing, and the shirt buttons are only two buttons, revealing a slightly scarred but more sexy half of the chest .He opened a pair of misty blue eyes, and said inarticulately: "Sorry, beauty, I will make it up to you."

Constantine: "..."

Bruce Planton Wayne squinted his eyes at Constantine's work card, and said with his tongue out, "John...John Constantine." Bruce showed a sweet smile at Constantine, "Wayne Group welcomes beauties to come and work. How much Bingshan will give you, Wayne will give you ten times!"

Constantine: "..."

How should I put it, although he was close to marrying a man, oh no, a male fallen angel, his aesthetic orientation is definitely on the female side.Although this Mr. Wayne in front of him is handsome and rich, the tricks he used are all used by Constantine back then, except for throwing money at people.

Seducing a beauty and being teased as a beauty are two completely different concepts.

The former is the result of excitement, while the latter is the result of fists just around the corner.

Stop, stop, think about what the foreman said, think about your job, John Constantine, this is not the time for you to be impulsive.

Konstantin subconsciously looked at the foreman at the General Consul's venue at this moment, but saw that the foreman who had vowed to say a lot of demands before turned his head away, as if he didn't see that his waiter in the corner of the venue was being harassed by male guests and wanted to pry The corner of their iceberg club.

Constantine: "..."

Constantine twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to say something when the door of the venue was kicked open with a "bang".

A man with a straw head and a blue and white striped hospital gown sauntered in, holding a bloody sickle in his hand.The lower part of the straw head, which was used as the mouth, opened a curved arc, and the blade of the long-handled sickle dragged on the ground, making a creepy sound.

Someone in the crowd gasped and exclaimed, "Scarecrow!"

"It's the Scarecrow, damn it, he's out of Arkham."

Gotham people can't help but pay attention to those local Gotham criminals who are keen to make troubles across the city.Not to mention that there is no death penalty in New Jersey, most of the criminals who make trouble in Gotham City are lunatics.Crazy people will only go to Arkham Asylum, not even the treatment of Blackgate Prison.

The darkness bred by the shadows of Gotham City, as long as they don't make up their minds to leave the city, Gotham people have to endure it.

Endure the clown's life-bombing multiple-choice questions repeatedly, endure the radical environmental protection activities of the Poison Ivy Girl, and endure the Scarecrow's double-spraying of the newly developed poisonous gas in Gotham City.

Oh, by the way, they are also keen to carry out attacks when the upper classes hold parties. Taking hostages for money is the lowest level of activity, and clamoring to use them as hostages to challenge Batman is a high-end high-level crime.

Among the psychopaths in Arkham, in terms of destructiveness, the Scarecrow is undoubtedly able to firmly occupy the position of boss.

What's more, this time there is more than one scarecrow.

A group of Arkham psychopaths, wearing the same black and white striped hospital clothes as the scarecrows, and holding pistols or machetes as weapons followed closely behind, locked the gate of the venue, and showed ferocious smiles at the wealthy people fighting in the venue. Come, it made everyone tremble, like a quail that has been doused by heavy rain.

"My God, they escaped again!"

On the stage, the scarecrow carried the sickle on his shoulder, and patted the microphone very rudely. After confirming that the microphone was functioning normally, the scarecrow turned the microphone and said in a hoarse voice, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, you are in trouble."

Constantine blinked and murmured, "This is robbery?"

Why did he remember the foreman swearing, saying how the security of the Iceberg Club is in place, how powerful the security is, and how come a group of psychopaths robbed him of the master's control?

Constantine was all too familiar with the iconic hospital uniforms they were wearing.

The author has something to say:

#818Hot people screaming in horror but not fluctuating in their hearts#

Everyone: Ah...the troublemaker at the ball again, and the one who escaped from Arkham...what can we say?Come on Batman, don't count on the police ==

Constantine: What about the security?Just being hijacked by a few psychopaths, what about the dignity of the Iceberg Club? ?

After a long time, Constantine, who finally understood Gotham's regional cultural characteristics: Talented people come out of Arkham in large numbers, and they have learned a lot.