American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 267 Magic Gathering

I just walked out of the bar.

"Snapped!"

A drunken man suddenly bumped into Clark.

"Clatter~"

The figure fell rather awkwardly onto the concrete ground, his brown trench coat billowing, revealing a weathered face.

"Hey, you didn't..." Clark had just squatted down when he saw Gino raise his foot to stomp on the man's cheek.

"Don't step on my face!"

Upon seeing the leather boots hurtling towards his face, the man rolled to the ground, causing cracks to appear on the concrete floor where he had been standing.

"Spit it out, Constantine."

Gino stared at the unexpected guest, his expression unreadable.

Constantine.

The boy stared at the man who had suddenly appeared.

I've seen this person quite a few times; he has greasy hair and a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, or dejection) look on his face.

It was none other than Constantine, the despicable and cunning liar.

While no one likes Constantine, it cannot be denied that his intelligence is definitely on point.

Would a smart person suddenly run into himself and Clark?

It looks like they were waiting on purpose.

"Long time no see, Gino."

Constantine scratched his head, and the man stood up, pressing his hand against the concrete floor, saying, "I've come to see you this time because it's very important."

As he spoke, Constantine kept glancing at Gino out of the corner of his eye.

But all that could be seen was a blank face, revealing nothing of Gino's emotions.

"Okay, here's the thing."

Constantine scratched his head, looked at Gino, and said, "The magical world is in chaos."

Constantine tells Gino about the recent events.

He said, "Many people in the wizarding world have recently discovered that they have lost their magical powers."

"This widespread phenomenon has caused turmoil and panic in the magical world."

"Everyone except Heaven and Hell has lost their magic."

"It's as if an invisible hand has taken away their magic."

Constantine rubbed his eyes, a headache throbbing, and said, "You have no idea how crazy the wizarding world is right now."

"Long-standing enemies have begun hiring mercenaries to assassinate their rivals."

"In just one day, hundreds of people died in assassination attempts and clashes."

Zha Kang recounted, "Many of them also realized that this terrible situation could not continue."

"Therefore, we united a large number of magicians and decided to hold a magic gathering to sign a non-killing pact."

Gino nodded in response to Zha Kang's words.

He could tell that Constantine wasn't lying to him; a mage who had lost his magic might not even be able to defeat a minor, let alone a vicious mercenary.

"but."

Constantine paused, then hesitated before saying, "You know magicians are all proud and arrogant people, so choosing who will chair the meeting is very important..."

"So you came to me?"

Gino narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze flickering.

A meeting attended by a group of magicians.

This could be an opportunity to expand the Justice League's influence.

The boy reached out and tapped his arm.

He knew that Chad Kang had designs on him, but he could also use this parliamentary session to expand his influence.

Gino nodded and said, "Okay, lead the way."

....

After wandering through the streets and alleys of London, Gino and Clark, led by Chakorn, entered an underground wine cellar.

The dim light fell into the cellar, illuminating the surrounding barrels.

A group of magicians dressed in various styles huddled together in twos and threes, though no one knew they were a bunch of drunkards having a good time.

But judging from the grim expressions on everyone's faces, it was clear that what was happening here did not bring joy or happiness to anyone.

"Everyone."

Constantine entered the tavern, immediately took out a bottle of fine wine with yellowed pages from the corner of the cellar, and drank it down. He smiled and said, "I've brought in a gentleman to maintain order."

"hehe."

Many people laughed mockingly upon hearing Constantine's words.

"Constantine, what kind of person can you find? Someone as rotten as you?"

"The affairs of the magical world should be resolved by us magicians ourselves; we do not need the intervention of others."

Clearly, many people harbored reservations when faced with the introducers that Constantine had brought.

But many people are curious about who Constantine brought in.

They gazed at the entrance.

When a pair of black sneakers emerged from the dim entrance, the light faded from the darkness, revealing a young and inexperienced face to many.

With his short black hair and youthful face, he disappointed many people.

This boy looks like a high school student!

"Uh, good evening?" Clark felt the unfriendly gazes from the magicians around him.

There were dark-skinned Black people with mysterious tattoos on their arms and cheeks, and mysterious people who covered themselves up completely.

It can only be said that magicians truly deserve to be called the most mysterious group.

Clark was a little afraid that he had been cursed, so he took a step to the side.

Sunlight streamed through Clark and fell upon a figure dressed in a suit and tie.

The light shone on the muscular chest and then moved upwards, revealing a handsome face.

*Smack!*

The boy produced a lollipop from somewhere and put it in his mouth.

This incredible scene left many magicians wide-eyed.

This wasn't because the magic was difficult, but because the fact that this boy could use magic when everyone else had lost theirs was enough to demonstrate his extraordinary strength.

People respect the strong, and seeing Gino's performance, they realize that the young man is indeed a strong one.

Although most magicians don't surf the internet, some still recognized Gino's identity.

"Gino Luther!"

Some people stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that Kang had actually brought in Gino.

Who is Gino?

Some people were puzzled. They looked into those azure eyes that seemed to contain endless mystery. Compared to Clark's dullness, this boy gave off a mysterious and terrifying aura.

Good evening, everyone.

Gino stared at everyone expressionlessly, his aura of power causing everyone to unconsciously lower their heads the moment their eyes met the boy's.

"My purpose in coming here is very simple."

Gino snapped his fingers and glanced at everyone: "From now on, everyone head to the Justice League Hall."

"I will provide you with shelter there."

Upon hearing Gino's words, Constantine, who was hiding in a corner drinking, widened his eyes in surprise.

No, he only asked Gino to chair the meeting, how did it turn into everyone going to the Justice League Hall?

"As you all know, the wizarding world is in turmoil lately, but as the leader of the Justice League, the beacon of hope for humanity," Gino said solemnly, "my Justice League Hall is willing to protect you."

Upon hearing Gino's words, many magicians showed a hint of interest on their faces.

The words of powerful people are always convincing.

However, some people remain skeptical: "Why should we believe you?!"

Everyone looked toward the corner, where a voodoo sorcerer from Africa was speaking.

The Black man gestured wildly and said, "I can see the burning ambition in you; you're not a complete person!"

(End of this chapter)