At this moment, the woman in the room spoke coldly: “The time for one stick of incense is almost up. If you don’t send someone in soon, I’ll start smashing things!”

Outside, the middle-aged manager said, “Send him in.”

Knock, knock, knock.

Two warriors entered, forcibly dragging Chad Sullivan into this luxurious room.

Not the slightest bit of pity for beauty—do they not see me, a peerless handsome man, for what I am?

……

………

…As soon as he entered, Chad Sullivan sensed a murderous aura, along with the smell of blood.

“Bang!”

After the two warriors brought Chad Sullivan in, they immediately shut the broken door.

Chad Sullivan finally saw this female Rakshasa.

She was a full 1.8 meters tall, with wheat-colored skin, a fiery and athletic figure, dressed in tight leather.

Her figure was top-notch!

The word “sexy” wasn’t enough to describe her.

All the women in this world had long hair, but she alone had short hair—a super cool woman.

Especially those long legs—so long and straight, brimming with absolute strength, as if she could snap Chad Sullivan’s slender waist with ease.

This was a killer-level back view.

Honestly, just this back view could make a young man pine for a year.

Heroine, lend me a photo, I want to practice my craft!

But such a hot-bodied woman was so fierce, so full of hatred toward men.

The bloodstains on the floor and the smashed objects all over the room proved she was a tigress.

The female Rakshasa held a wine glass, turned her face, and looked at Chad Sullivan.

Wow!

From Chad Sullivan’s perspective, this woman was very beautiful, but in this world, her looks weren’t popular—she was too heroic.

And tonight, she was drunk and had lost her reason, making her even more ferocious.

Seeing Chad Sullivan, the female Rakshasa was also slightly stunned, because he was so handsome.

It was as if their roles were reversed—if Chad Sullivan were the woman and the female Rakshasa the man, it would be a perfect match.

“My name is Emily Parker, Deputy Commander of the Yingzhou Navy.”

The female Rakshasa said, “You’re the most handsome man tonight, but no matter how good-looking you are, you still have to answer my question.”

Chad Sullivan said, “Please ask.”

Emily Parker said, “The previous five ducks all answered my question, but none of their answers satisfied me, so they either died or were crippled. You all sell yourselves in the brothel, all of you are of low status. Do you know what the punishment is for beating you to death?

Paying fifty taels in compensation.”

Then she looked at her own hand—slender and graceful, but stained with blood.

“The question is: you’re so handsome, why would you stoop so low as to sell yourself in a brothel?”

The female Rakshasa asked slowly.

Such a simple question, yet the previous five men’s answers all failed to satisfy her, and their fates were all tragic.

If I answer wrong, I’ll be in for a world of hurt.

So I must be very careful!

Chad Sullivan’s mind raced. The woman before him was here to vent her anger—she hated men.

So trying to win her sympathy by talking about how miserable I am would be courting death.

Of course, arrogantly saying, “What’s it to you if I come to the brothel?” wouldn’t work either—that’s also asking for death.

The previous five brothel gigolos had all kinds of answers—some were wild, some pitiful, some mysterious, and so on.

But all ended up tragically—either dead or crippled.

So Chad Sullivan had to answer well. If he failed to satisfy this female Rakshasa, at best he’d lose a hand or a foot.

What was the key to this question?

It was that she hated men.

So, after thinking for a moment, Chad Sullivan said softly, “I came to the brothel to find my true self.”

Emily Parker was startled. “What do you mean?”

Chad Sullivan sat down gracefully and replied, “Actually, sometimes I don’t know if I’m a man or a woman.”

Uh?

! Chad Sullivan continued, “Since I was young, I’ve often had the same dream—dreaming that I was a woman, dancing lightly in a world of falling snow.

In a desert of yellow sand, holding my heart and gazing at the moon.”

Emily Parker said, “You suspect you’re a woman, so you came to the brothel to sell yourself?

To serve male clients, to become a ‘rabbit gigolo’?”

At this point, Emily Parker’s gaze was already full of disgust, and a murderous aura was gathering around her.

Chad Sullivan shook his head. “No, I think I’m a woman, but…

I love women too. Men are so filthy.”

Uh?

! What kind of orientation is this?

Chad Sullivan sat down in front of the female Rakshasa and said slowly, “This world is so unfair to women. What’s this about obeying your father at home, your husband after marriage?

What’s this ‘three obediences and four virtues,’ or ‘a woman’s lack of talent is a virtue’?

Every word is like a knife, stabbing into my heart.”

“And here in our Xianyin Pavilion, why do men sell themselves? It’s all for wealth and glory, shamelessly.

Why do women sell themselves? It’s because they were sold by their parents as children, their lives as fragile as paper, so full of suffering.”

“I was sold to this Xianyin Pavilion when I was very young, but I don’t feel bitter. When I was little, I swore that one day, when I became strong, I would rescue all the poor sisters of Xianyin Pavilion from this hell.”