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.