If you don't answer well, at best you'll lose your hands and feet, at worst you'll be smashed to pieces. The answers from those four before you made me extremely displeased, so either they lost both legs, became eunuchs, or coughed up blood half-dead.”

The handsome young man Brian Thompson could barely stand, almost scared enough to wet himself.

The female Rakshasa said, “You’re a fine young man, with hands and feet—why did you come to do this kind of work, so degrading?”

When Brian Thompson heard this question, he was instantly delighted—he was sure he could pass this one.

His eyes reddened, tears welled up, and that delicate, pitiful look appeared.

Brian Thompson said pitifully, “I lost my parents when I was young and became an orphan. I was taken by the Beggars’ Sect, who were going to blind me and break my legs to make me beg. But because I was good-looking, I was sold to a brothel, and have fallen to this point. I am truly ashamed of my ancestors.”

This...

Isn’t that Chad Sullivan’s story?

But Brian Thompson used it for himself.

So tragic—he could go on “Happy Boys” and move this female Rakshasa easily.

It would definitely make you feel pity and sympathy.

Brian Thompson thought of the other party’s power—if he could win her sympathy and be kept by her, wouldn’t he soar to the top and become a phoenix?

That would really be a blessing in disguise.

The female Rakshasa said slowly, “Truly a pitiful person.”

Brian Thompson choked out, “Though I live in a brothel, not a day goes by that I don’t think of escaping this pit of fire. I read books every moment, just so that one day when I leave this place, I can still maintain elegance and refinement, to be someone who remains untainted by the mud. My favorite is the lotus flower, for its proud and independent nature...

Ah…” Before Brian Thompson could finish, he let out a shrill, miserable scream.

His whole body was sent flying out of the room.

He crashed hard onto the ground outside, both legs broken, flesh and blood mangled between his thighs.

Too tragic...

He only managed a single scream before passing out cold.

From start to finish, you could barely see the female Rakshasa move—her martial arts were truly formidable.

After crippling the fifth young man, the female Rakshasa said slowly, “You have the time it takes to burn one stick of incense. If you can’t find a young man who satisfies me, I’ll smash the Xianyin Pavilion. I mean what I say.”

Madam Carter could see it now—this female Rakshasa wasn’t here for fun at all. She was here to vent her anger, to cripple the young men of Xianyin Pavilion.

She was born to hate men, but didn’t want to kill the innocent.

And all the young men in the brothel were of low status—no one would care if they died.

Beside her, Mr. Carter said, “Mrs. Carter, go get Chad Sullivan, or our Xianyin Pavilion really will be smashed.

This female Rakshasa means what she says.”

Mrs. Carter said angrily, “Since we know she hates men and is here to vent her anger, we absolutely can’t let Little Chad go. Give up on that idea.”

She was unwilling, and no one else could force Chad Sullivan to go.

At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly pushed open a window upstairs and said indifferently, “It’s just a pretty boy—what’s the big deal?

Hurry up and send Chad Sullivan to General Yin.”

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Chapter 3: How Can You Tell If I’m Male or Female

Where’s the system?

! Everyone else who transmigrates gets a system, a cheat, right?

Chad Sullivan searched for a long time, but found no system, nor any old grandpa.

But when he stood in front of the mirror again, he felt at ease.

Who needs a cheat?

Who needs a system?

With such an unbelievably handsome face, looks like Pan An, talent off the charts—what more could you want?

With looks and masculinity, wealth is just around the corner.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door outside.

“Chad Jr., there’s a guest who wants to see you.”

It was Mr. Carter’s voice from outside.

Chad Sullivan said in surprise, “I haven’t recovered from my injuries yet. Mrs. Carter promised me I could rest for a few days and not see guests.”

Mr. Carter said, “This guest is special, very influential, can’t be refused.”

Chad Sullivan was delighted—very influential?

Could I finally leave this life behind?

A patron, here I come!

But as he was about to leave, Chad Sullivan felt a bit uneasy. After all, he had just transmigrated from Earth not long ago—how was he supposed to do this job?

He had no experience.

To suddenly have to see a guest like this—it was really hard to stay calm!

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When Chad Sullivan arrived at the scene, he immediately saw bloodstains all over the floor, and felt a sense of foreboding.

“Little Chad, come here…” Madam Carter quickly called Chad Sullivan over, her eyes full of worry, and said quickly, “Inside is a woman of great background, highly skilled in martial arts, not someone Xianyin Pavilion can afford to offend.

She’s mentally twisted, hates men, and the five young men sent in before were all crippled by her, left wishing they were dead.”

At once, Chad Sullivan shrank his neck, wanting to slip away.

Living off women is nice, but your life is more important.

Then, he covered his forehead, pretending to faint, and said in a trembling voice, “Mrs. Carter, I’m dizzy and lightheaded, I’m afraid I can’t do it. Please send someone else!”

Then, he was about to collapse to the ground—a real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall.