Seeing the other party fall silent, Lu Ban knew his judgment had been correct.
"Poison? Mr. Lu Ban, as the presider of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, I need to remind you that spreading rumors is also a crime in Utopia."
Cleopatra did not answer Lu Ban's question directly. Instead, she turned the accusation back on him.
"Then, to put it another way, the fact that I've said these things without being punished by Utopia means that I'm telling the truth?"
Lu Ban met her head-on.
"I don't have time to play word games with you."
As Cleopatra spoke, faint whispers suddenly echoed beside her ear.
"If you're willing, you can have someone take him outside the city. I'll deal with him cleanly and swiftly in an instant, without leaving a trace."
It was Mad Poison's voice. Through the part of himself that had seeped into Cleopatra's brain, he directly transmitted his thoughts.
Everything in Utopia had to follow the rules, but things were different outside the city.
At least in the wastelands far from Utopia, murder would not be punished. Even if someone returned after killing another person, Utopia had no way to trace it back.
So sometimes, when people made enemies in the city, they would find ways to lure the other party outside before settling the score.
As a result, many people genuinely did not dare leave Utopia, fearing that they would be killed the moment they stepped outside.
"I think the people from the academy didn't come here to waste my time by saying something completely fictitious, did they?"
Cleopatra did not respond to Mad Poison. If she wanted someone to disappear from Utopia, she had no need to call upon this outsider's help.
"Besides, if things are really as you say, then under Utopia's watch, who