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Unfortunately, Kang's character was too deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Constantine looked at Lin Bei with a sneer. Although he didn't understand some of what Lin Bei was saying, he clearly understood the term "scumbag Constantine".

He retorted sarcastically, "You lecherous scumbag pastor!"

Lin Bei quickly explained, "No, no, no, I just don't know how to refuse."

Moreover, believers also need me to help them emerge from the shadows and fill the emptiness in their hearts.

"Oh, what about the male believers? They also need you to fill their *!"

“The priests are the ones who like it, I’m a pastor.”

Our division of labor is very clear.

Constantine: "No need to explain, the whole circle knows your nickname!"

"Come on, John," Lin Bei shrugged. "I know I've stolen a lot of your business, but that's not how you get tickets!"

"You talk as if you know everything!"

"I'm a pastor!"

"But you're a lecherous priest!"

"That's why I'm not a priest!"

Chapter 4 Normal Exorcism

"Hey~"

At that moment, a young man's head popped out.

Looking at him, Lin Bei noticed that this guy didn't have many scenes; his only impression of him was that he was Constantine's personal follower.

I guess you could call me an apprentice.

However, in the final battle, he tried to look cool, and then he died because he looked so cool.

In the Western worldview, names used to represent status. One could infer from a name whether you were a commoner or a nobleman, what your profession was, or what your parents did.

Especially when placed within the worldview of Western mythology, the meaning represented by the name becomes even more special.

For example, the most well-known example.

If you know the devil's true name, you know everything about the devil.

Kramer said, "John, it's your phone! It's Father Hannah! I think there's work to be done."

Constantine turned away gracefully, no longer arguing with Lin Bei.

However, after Constantine got on the train...

The back door was opened again.

Lin Bei plopped down next to Constantine.

"Hey! What are you doing in here?!" Constantine said with a look of disgust.

As Lin Bei took out his banknotes, he said, "It's very difficult to hail a taxi here."

Isn't this a taxi?

Give me a ride, I don't think you'll refuse~

As Lin Bei spoke, he handed over the banknotes.

Kramer stared excitedly at the banknotes in front of him; it was a hundred-dollar bill.

"Sir, where are you going? I'm afraid I don't have the change."

Lin Bei said boldly, "Let's take Constantine to where he needs to work first!"

I'd also like to see how you exorcists drive demons back to their homeland.

As for the rest of the money, consider it your tip.

Kramer had just taken the money when he heard Lin Bei's words.

His eyes involuntarily turned to Constantine, because this matter was also related to him.

Constantine was very unhappy about this, but he didn't object. "Drive!"

Kramer immediately laughed and said, "Right away!"

The taxi then started moving.

In the car.

Lin Bei looked around the car with great interest.

Various religious books, as well as self-published books.

Lin Bei also noticed that Kramer kept looking at him curiously through the rearview mirror while driving.

I couldn't help but remind him, "Drive carefully!"

He then asked, "Are you Constantine's apprentice? Tell me your name."

As Kramer answered, he couldn't help but glance at Constantine in the rearview mirror. "My name is Kramer, Kramer Cha..."

Lin Bei interrupted, "You don't need to tell me your full name! Also, a reminder: when you're performing an exorcism, don't reveal your full name."

That's very dangerous!

Kramer retorted, "But that's just how John is. Don't you think it's cool?"

“Hehe~ It’s really cool, super cool, literally.” Lin Bei looked at Constantine and said, “Constantine is different. He’s the kind of guy who even Satan had to personally greet when he died.”

"I've heard that rumor too." Kramer was like a little fanboy, getting excited whenever someone talked about his idol.

Constantine, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Kramer, you'd better not follow my example!"

"name?"

Constantine: "Yes, that's not a good habit."

"Okay~ I'll do as you say!"

The vehicle is in motion...

It stopped in front of an apartment building in Chinatown.

Listening to the broken Mandarin spoken around him, clearly with a Hong Kong accent, Lin Bei couldn't help but shake his head.

I thought to myself: The moon is rounder in foreign countries, and America is very free and open, but would you dare to go out at night? Especially outside of wealthy areas.

After getting off the bus, a fat priest had been waiting for a long time in the lobby on the first floor.

Upon seeing Constantine, he rushed over.

Father Hannah quickly said, "I think I've found one for you."

"I called you as soon as I realized I couldn't handle it, John!"

After he finished speaking, he noticed Lin Bei walking in from behind.

Father Hannah's mouth dropped open. As a member of the church clergy, Lin Bei's reputation within the church had grown even stronger.

They were called shepherds.

A true priest.

“My God~ Pastor Lin!” Father Hannah said, making the sign of the cross.

Realizing something was amiss, he quickly explained to Constantine, "John, I didn't call him to come!"

Constantine said coldly, "I know! He wanted to come along himself!"

After saying that, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and turned to walk upstairs.

Seeing this, Lin Bei helplessly spread his hands, "Let's follow them."

As Lin Bei reached the top of the stairs, he looked up as if sensing something.

The spiral staircase seems perfectly normal.

However, Lin Bei knew that there was a bastard devil who liked to play with silver coins hidden up there.

Uh... that is, something with half-human, half-demon blood, is called a Tieflin in the D&D rules.

The direct descendants of angels and demons, born in a blizzard, are called Nephalem.

So here's the question: what do you call someone who's half-human and half-angel?

Hiding above, Balthazar was secretly astonished. "Could he have discovered me? Impossible. How could a mere human possibly discover me?"

I must be scaring myself.

The silver coins that had been twirling between his fingers suddenly sped up, losing their previous air of sophistication.

In the corridor.

The rooms were not very big.

The area was packed with onlookers.

It seems that being a gossipmonger is an ingrained part of one's nature.

Some of these people spoke broken Mandarin, some mixed Chinese and Western languages, and some spoke English directly.

Their faces showed a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The arrival of Constantine, in particular, exacerbated this whispering phenomenon.

We arrived at the door of the room where the incident occurred.

The onlookers quickly made way for them.

One of the middle-aged men dressed as a Taoist priest was still explaining, "It's not that I'm incapable, it's just that my expertise is unrelated to this."

They're devils, not zombies or vengeful ghosts, and besides, my methods won't work on their turf.

"The professional is here, go find him!"

Constantine went into the room and placed the cigarette, which he had barely smoked, on the cabinet next to him.