Chapter 1471: Bird and Return (16)_1

The moment the black and yellow figure appeared at the entrance, Red Hood and Red Robin made the exact same action like a copy-paste: they zoomed to the farthest wall from the door, clung tightly to the wall with weapons in their hands, adopting a defensive posture.

Deathstroke, who had just pushed open the door, was also taken aback. He gazed at the two distinctively dressed youths in front of him, wondering if he had ever dealt with them in a previous assignment. He soon realized that he'd never seen these two before.

Thus, he turned his head towards Harley, who was tidying up by the operating table. Harley blinked, pointed her right hand to the left towards Red Hood and Red Robin and said, "Those two are the mission. Just bring them back alive to the Wayne Manor."

Deathstroke nodded. As he took a step forward, the two youths screamed as if they were startled. Although Deathstroke's mask hid his expression, his movements revealed his helplessness at the moment.

"I hate babysitting."

The muffled voice came from behind the mask. After Red Hood and Red Robin stiffened momentarily, one rolled to the left, the other dodged to the right. "Whoosh," a shadow lunged forward, and the stick hit the spot where the two had been.

"Have you met me before?"

Deathstroke immediately inferred that they must have experience dealing with him, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to anticipate his attack so accurately and take evasive action. At that moment, Harley commented, "They're from another universe, they might have encountered you there."

"You didn't mention this before you called me here."

"Because it's not important at all. It's all within your capabilities."

"That makes sense, considering you help me offload stolen goods."

As Deathstroke swung his stick, Red Hood rolled again to dodge. He thrust his fist towards Deathstroke's side. Deathstroke blocked it effortlessly. When the fist landed on his arm, he gave a surprised remark, then kicked Red Hood away and attacked the injured and struggling Red Robin.

Red Robin, who had a leg injury and had difficulty even walking, let alone dodging Deathstroke. He awkwardly bent down to dodge the swinging stick but was knocked down by Deathstroke's kick the next second.

The Red Hood hurried over, trying to intervene, but Harley's voice echoed from behind him, "Looks like he's going to knock you two out before taking you back. That's a good idea, it's more efficient."

Red Hood gritted his teeth and prepared to launch another attack, but they were interrupted by another knocking at the door.

"Harley, are you in? I'm here for the goods."

Lying on the floor holding his stomach, Red Robin was stunned. He felt the voice sounded familiar, and then the door was opened to reveal Constantine.

Deathstroke, holding his stick, turned to see Constantine. While Constantine, who had just opened the door, obviously didn't expect the room to be in such a mess, he paused with one leg in the air and tentative asked.

"Er, are you guys busy? Shall I come back later?"

However, Harley excitedly ran to the door, dragged Constantine in and waved her hand at the other three, "Hold off the fight for now, move to the wall. I've got serious business to handle."

Though Red Hood was thinking, "What are we waiting for, let's deal with Deathstroke now," surprisingly, Deathstroke put his stick away and stood by the wall inside the room.

Red Robin was helped up by Red Hood, and Harley also pushed them to the wall. Red Robin, looking at Deathstroke squatting in the corner of the room, asked despite the pain in his leg, "Aren't you an assassin? Why would you take this kind of job?"

Deathstroke slightly lifted his head and looked at him, "Assassins occasionally come across things that are inconvenient to dispose of. This young lady helps me dispose of stolen goods. I owe her a favor."

"It seems the me of the other universe gave you quite a headache. How many times have I beaten you?" Deathstroke asked with interest.

Red Hood mumbled something under his breath, which sounded like he was cursing. But after looking at the somewhat pale Red Robin, he stayed silent. Provoking Deathstroke at this point was not going to end well for either of them.

Meanwhile, Red Robin had turned his attention to the conversation between Harley and Constantine in the middle of the room.

Harley sneakily pulled out a box from underneath the operation table. The moment she opened it, smoke from the dry ice scattered, and Constantine peered in, seemingly examining the item in the box carefully.

In that instant, over 200,000 words of prohibited goods trading scenarios flashed through Red Robin's mind. These prohibited goods included but were not limited to, biological experimental drugs left behind by the government, biological samples extracted from aliens by mad scientists, hallucinogens that can fully control a person's mentality and actions, etc.

As it turned out, when the box was turned over, inside was a human heart, frozen in a block of these amazingly clear ice. It felt neither evil nor grotesque, instead, there was a peculiar sense of beauty.

"Where's the client? Call him here," Harley said.

"I can't use magic. If Shiller finds out, it'll be disastrous. Wait a moment; let me make a call."

After saying that, Constantine walked over to the wall-mounted phone by the door. After dialing a few numbers, he picked up the handset and said, "Hello? It's me. We've agreed on this. Yes, the location beacon is on me right now. You can summon him directly."

After Constantine hung up the phone, he took a crystal from his frock's pocket that glowed with a mysterious gleam and threw it onto the floor.

In an instant, lines as black as mud stretched out on the floor, and an enormously complex magic array, dizzying to just glance at, appeared in the middle of the room.

Black energy and mist gathered ceaselessly, a claw as black as ink reached out from the array, followed by a half-demon body exuding a thick, evil aura.

Finally, when a demon with goat horns and hooves, its body exuding evil energy, stood in the middle of the room, Red Hood and Red Robin huddled in the corner, their mouths agape in shock.

At that moment, Harley shifted the box with the frozen heart towards the demon. As the demon turned its head, its third eye, opened wide on its forehead, stared fixedly at that heart.

The massive claw of the demon stretched out, attempting to brush the box, but Constantine coughed lightly, stating, "If you aren't buying, don't touch."

The demon's claw slowly retracted, but its red eyes were still riveted on the heart. Harley leaned against the table edge, hand on hip, and said, "Name your price."

The demon made a "twenty" sign with its hand. Harley scoffed and replied, "This is the sole heart out of a thousand corpses this year that belongs to a sinner who murdered his parents, abandoned his wife and children, swindled, stole, perpetrated arson and mass murder. This heart was torn from a living body and immediately frozen solid within three seconds. Its absolute wickedness is encapsulated within this soul. Don't tell me you can't appreciate its value!"

Constantine also added from the side, "Jeru, this quality of sinful heart is a rare find. Easily the best in a century. It would definitely enhance the taste of His Majesty Beelzebub, whether it's set in a crown or displayed in a museum."

"When you present this as a gift at the ceremony, whether it's the big generals or the staff under His Majesty, they will all look at you differently. Surely this worth is more than merely twenty vials of Dust of Souls?"

The towering demon seemed to fall into contemplation. Harley's eyes darted around briefly, before saying, "You should know how much of a reputation Constantine holds among the Demon Kings. How about this: if you pay a hundred vials of Dust of Souls, Constantine will spread the word that you paid a whopping three hundred vials for this rare sinful heart."

"In this way, the Beelzebub to whom you wish to present a gift will also hear about how you've splurged heavily to acquire this precious offering. How could he possibly overlook your heartfelt gesture?"

The demon's eyes seemed to flicker, almost as if he was tempted, but a while later, it shook its head and signaled "fifty".

Harley sighed softly before returning to the cabinet by the lab table to rummage about. After a while, she took out another small box and placed it before the demon on the table. She angled the box's opening towards him before opening it.

Inside laid an eyeball. Extending her hand, Harley went on to describe it. "Although this eyeball may not be able to match the rarity of the sinful heart, it has witnessed thirteen major sins within seven days. You should be able to see the sin culminating on it?"

"We're currently running a promotion. If you buy a sinful heart individually, you can enjoy a ten percent discount. But if you buy both together, I'll give you a twenty percent discount."

The demon rested its arm on the table, its finger lightly tapping. It was a sign of dissatisfaction that Constantine immediately spotted. He said to Harley, "Jeru is a newly-appointed general under Beelzebub. His first appearance and gift offering at the ceremony are significant. If you have any other good stuff, bring it out immediately."

Harley displayed an incredulous expression, to which Constantine replied, "Jeru comes from the matriarchy of the oldest Black Demons in Hell. His grandmother is the renowned 'Tainted Talisa'. You don't have to worry about him being unable to afford it."

Harley wrinkled her nose slightly, but she still pointed at the box on the table and said, "This is all I can offer. If you want it, take it. If not, so be it."

"But I can assure you that this caliber of goods is only available in Gotham. I've examined over a thousand sinful bodies only to gather these goodies. Surely you need to let me make some profit?"

The towering demon pondered for a moment before finally nodding its head. Turning to Constantine, it said, "You have to say I spent five hundred vials of Dust of Souls..."

Constantine held his forehead. Looking a bit vexed, he said, "Jeru, don't push it. There are no fools in Hell, no matter how high the quality, a sinful heart cannot be worth that price!"

"Besides, I can't use magic and my word doesn't hold the same weight after not trading with Demon Kings. Why must you always push me like this?"

The demon harrumphed, saying, "Then it must be lower. Seventy percent at most. Otherwise, I would rather buy the Knight's Spirit from Andreiden. At least that would have some form of entertainment."

Constantine looked exasperated. He knew very well that this was the demon's haggling tactic. But he still said, "The price can't go any lower. You have to leave me some room for profit as the middleman. I'll do my best to publicize it for you in terms of reputation."

"No, it must be more than just your best." The demon didn't budge an inch. Its fingertip kept tapping the table. Then it continued, "You have to make them believe I spent a lot of money."

"Like I said, my word just doesn't hold the same weight as it once did..."

"What if I were to speak?" Another voice echoed from the door.

The two who were dealing, one human, one demon, Deathstroke crouching in the corner for the fun of it, and the two Robins whose brains were completely mashed - they all looked towards the door. Standing there was Bruce Wayne.

One hand held a piece of paper, the other an armful of Damian, Bruce entered and said, "This letter left by my teacher talks about this very matter. He asked me to facilitate your deal, to promote our channels in Hell for future collaboration... "

Nobody listened to him.

Damian looked at the demon as if he'd seen a ghost.

The demon looked at Bruce as if he'd seen a ghost.