I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 870 - 870 869. Isnt this bullying an honest person

Chapter 870: 869. Isn’t this bullying an honest person? Chapter 870: 869. Isn’t this bullying an honest person? Cleopatra assessed Lu Ban carefully without showing any emotion.

He was quite handsome, a pity indeed.

Having mingled in the Wasteland for so many years, she sometimes had certain needs to be met, and she wouldn’t have minded helping this young man if Lu Ban hadn’t been so repulsive.

However, now, everything Lu Ban said was extremely dangerous.

Each phrase was like poison, ruthlessly poured into Cleopatra’s throat, making it impossible for her to refuse, only able to swallow it, sick to the core.

She quickly shifted her thoughts, calling internally.

“I have reconsidered your suggestion, can you ensure he will never speak again?”

“Of course.”

Mad Poison’s voice grew fervent.

Cleopatra fell silent, her fingers caressed the armrest of her chair as if in thought.

Soon, Cleopatra had her answer.

“I will make him leave this city, the rest is up to you.”

With such a response, Cleopatra looked at Lu Ban.

“What you said is quite interesting, it makes a good story, unfortunately, we do not govern this city-state by telling stories.”

She said, her words containing no direct response to Lu Ban’s statements.

“Please go back, I will forgive your impudence this time, but there will be no next time.”

Cleopatra spoke sharply.

Two men immediately came into the room, looking as if they would help Lu Ban leave gracefully if he did not leave on his own.

Lu Ban had no choice but to stand and leave.

After Lu Ban left, Cleopatra summoned a merchant.

“Do not distribute food today, send all the food to the outskirts of the city.”

She pointed to a location, where traveling merchants gathered, not far outside Utopia, offering a business exchange for those merchants who did not want to be bound by the rules of Utopia.

As for Lu Ban, after he left, he did not give up entirely but took a careful look around.

He noticed that members of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, who were supposed to distribute food as usual today, were not present, only the common people who were accustomed to clanging their bowls at this time each day, still waiting hungrily.

“Why is there no food being distributed today?”

“Could it be they’re not distributing anymore?”

“Is there some sort of problem?”

“The Yellow Sand Brotherhood is unreliable, they’ve stopped distributing food. I specifically didn’t eat anything this morning, isn’t this bullying honest people?”

“Is food being distributed elsewhere? Did anyone check?”

“Could something have happened to the Yellow Sand Brotherhood?”

A crowd murmured among themselves, many expressing their discontent towards the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, feeling a betrayal over the lack of food.

Lu Ban noticed that the people from the Yellow Sand Brotherhood had not disappeared, they were transporting the food, hurrying towards the outskirts of Utopia, as if eager to quickly get rid of the poisonous food.

He followed them.

Leaving Utopia, the food transporters soon arrived at an area filled with tents.

This was where the foreign merchants gathered.

Although Utopia had rules that required fair dealing, for the merchants, fair dealing was the most troublesome.

In business, deceit and concealment are quite normal, without these tactics, many merchants wouldn’t know how to do business.

Thus, more merchants preferred to gather outside the city rather than enter into the city’s free rooms.

Lu Ban followed the group, watching them weave between tents, and quickly saw them place containers of food in an unoccupied tent.

He waited a moment, watched them leave, ensured nobody was around, and slipped into the tent.

Seeing the container filled with food, Lu Ban carefully confirmed it.

“Although it tastes like shit, if you’ve never actually tasted it, you wouldn’t think so.”

“Contains trace elements; do not eat too much.”

“If you really need to eat that much, you’d better find a toilet in advance.”

Lu Ban saw the brown viscous substance paste, and silver text emerged from it.

“Eating too much will definitely require a toilet.”

Lu Ban extended his finger, touched the substance inside, and tasted it.

“The taste is indeed the same.”

he commented.

Just as Lu Ban was about to pack some into a box to use as evidence later, he suddenly found that his body movements had become sluggish.

This feeling was like a doll whose joints lacked lubrication, with all movements becoming slow.

He saw bulging veins on his arms as pure black blood surged through his veins.

As the blood gradually took over his vessels, Lu Ban also started to feel his vision shaking.

Unlike directly fainting, Lu Ban saw bizarre colors appear within his field of vision, and even the brown food turned into colorful rainbow lights.

Thump—

Lu Ban fell to the ground, and convulsions brought on by neural reactions took over his body; at that moment, he contorted on the sand like a psychiatric patient suffering from severe epilepsy.

A wisp of smoke streamed from Lu Ban’s nose, mouth, and ears, quickly forming a vague human figure.

“Easy.”

Mad Poison disdainfully said as he watched Lu Ban struggle in his dying moments.

He leisurely descended and came close to Lu Ban’s face, enjoying the sensation of his enemy struggling mortally under his powerful poison.

Cleopatra’s actions were not out of guilt but were deliberate.

If she had directly found an excuse or lured Lu Ban outside the city, Lu Ban would have been on his guard, making it difficult to ambush him.

So, she intentionally showed her flaws, letting Lu Ban pursue her on his own.

The best way to deceive is to let the other party uncover it themselves; people always doubt the answers easily given to them but believe in the illusions they uncover on their own, as humans only believe what they want to.

Once Lu Ban was lured out of the city, the Mad Poison entwined within his body got down to business.

The toxin, potent enough to kill a hundred Indian Elephants in an instant, spread through Lu Ban’s entire body alongside his blood, penetrating his nerves and corroding his flesh; even extraordinary powers of healing were too late.

Seconds later, Lu Ban convulsed once and then became completely still.

Mad Poison was satisfied and was about to leave, allowing the Yellow Sand Brotherhood to clean up the aftermath, but he suddenly had a strange premonition.

It was like feeling a storm coming on a clear day, so Mad Poison couldn’t help but look back.

Lu Ban lay unmoving, still on the ground.

Although he felt like he had left with the keys in his hand, Mad Poison was haunted by the sensation that he had forgotten something important, which made him uneasy.

Mad Poison delved deep into Lu Ban’s body, confirming his life or death status.

Heart, stopped.

Brain, unresponsive.

Organs, all nonfunctional.

He was indeed dead…

Just when Mad Poison had confirmed Lu Ban’s death and was about to leave his body,

Lu Ban suddenly opened his eyes.

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