Assassination: "You little bastard, I knew you'd show up!"

The brothel where Lin Fan was hiding was called Cuiyan Tower.

It was the biggest and most famous pleasure house in Yao County.

The servants' quarters in the back courtyard were dim, and the air was thick with a sour, pungent stench.

Lin Fan bent over, carrying a bucket of dirty water. He struggled toward the drainage ditch in the corner of the courtyard.

"Quit dawdling! Haven't you eaten? Hurry up and dump that, then scrub the floor!"

Lin Fan's heart tightened. He knew Granny Zhang had arrived.

Granny Zhang was in charge of the servants in the back courtyard. She was sharp-tongued and mean.

Now she stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Lin Fan with open displeasure. "You worthless wretch, get a move on! You think I'm here to pamper you?"

Lin Fan lowered his head and answered in a muffled voice, "Yes."

He dumped out the dirty water, picked up a broom, and began sweeping the greasy floor.

"Hmph. Just looking at him puts me in a foul mood!"

A young servant who had just delivered wine glanced at him and spat under his breath. "He's got a gloomy face all day, like someone owes him money. Makes me sick just looking at him. He deserves to spend his whole life a slave!"

Lin Fan acted as if he hadn't heard a thing and kept his head down, sweeping.

He looked completely different now. His skin was dark and rough, his back hunched, and he had even dotted his face with inconspicuous freckles using some kind of herbal juice.

Amid a crowd of grimy, disheveled servants, he was utterly unremarkable.

No one could imagine—and no one would dare imagine—that the man before them was the Lin Family Remnant who had left the Li Family, one