Andrew Bennett wanted to kill him, so he ran sideways; George Washington wanted to kill him, so he ran vertically; Arthur Moore wanted to kill him, so he jumped up and ran again; when Charles Carter wanted to kill him at the time of marrying off his sister—well, Abraham Lincoln just kept sprinting, not even getting a scratch, and even managed to elope with a beautiful young lady...

Thinking about the end, that Robert Hill from Eastern Wu set fire to this brother’s six-hundred-li-long camp, but unexpectedly, even in his sixties, Abraham Lincoln’s footwork was as good as ever—he had already run off to Baidi City. This proves that in this world, there’s no executioner’s blade that Abraham Lincoln can’t outrun, no obstacle he can’t cross. If not for the limits of age and fate, he might have kept on bouncing around, putting on a few more demonstrations of his running skills.

Now, that’s what you call running with style, running with flair, like Abraham Lincoln did. As for that faculty member nicknamed “X跑跑,” in Peter Brooks’s eyes, he’s just a cowardly yet showy shameless jumper, no different from that deserter from Lu during the Spring and Autumn period. Actually, correction: in terms of spirit, the Lu deserter could be a monument worthy of admiration in front of X跑跑—at least he remembered to support his parents.

Such a person still has the nerve to talk about ideals and pursuits? This kind of “talent” should be thrown into the impoverished regions of the Three Kingdoms era to experience what true goodness, beauty, and the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation really mean.

Peter Brooks suddenly burst out laughing at himself for his wild thoughts. Still, being able to connect people separated by over a thousand years—one has to admit, that’s the wonder of being a transmigrator: at least you can draw on the past and present, cite the classics, and roast others.

Of course, these aren’t even the main reasons why Peter Brooks dislikes Abraham Lincoln. In fact, he rather admires Abraham Lincoln’s indomitable, quick-footed persistence. What Peter Brooks truly resents is that incident at Changban Slope, where Abraham Lincoln threw his child in front of William Harris to win people’s hearts. Having grown up under the stick of his father and grandfather, never seeing a kind face, Peter Brooks grinds his teeth at this every time he reads it. Abraham Lincoln’s image always overlaps with the fierce figures of his own father and grandfather, making it impossible for him to feel even a shred of goodwill.

Peter Brooks even thinks Abraham Lincoln should be grateful that the Three Kingdoms wasn’t a law-based society. Otherwise, Peter Brooks would definitely have run to the National Women and Children’s Committee to report this warlord for challenging the law and violating the rights of women and children, causing poor Brian Clark, still in his formative years, to suffer both psychological and physical trauma, losing intimacy and trust in his parents, and leading to his later abnormal behavior...

※※※

Because Abraham Lincoln didn’t have Stephen Clark’s trust, he was dumped in a poor and broken place: Xinye. The nice-sounding reason was to guard the northern border of Jingzhou, but in reality, it was just to make him cannon fodder on the front lines against George Washington’s invasion.

Moreover, George Washington never gave up on dealing with Uncle Lincoln, who could run faster than Red Hare. He tried many times to get rid of this Olympic-record-breaking athlete, but thanks to a stroke of luck, Abraham Lincoln recently picked up an incredible strategist, David Scott. With the help of this new advisor, he managed to burn the mighty generals of Cao’s army—Richard Howard, Thomas Reed, and John Smith—who thought their overwhelming forces would easily crush Xinye, sending them fleeing back north in disgrace and making Cao furious. He felt Abraham Lincoln was just too disrespectful, and decided to deal with him after finishing off the Yuan brothers.

At present, Abraham Lincoln, whose thighs have grown two sizes, continues to cultivate his character in Xinye, working hard to strengthen himself for future battles. As for Benjamin Franklin, he’s still farming with his brother in Longzhong, Nanyang, observing animal behavior and studying ecological agriculture. Who knows if the vegetables they eat are fertilized organically? Just imagine the dashing young Baker in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, feather duster in hand, now still hauling buckets of manure in the fields of Nanyang... As a transmigrator, Peter Brooks can’t help but wickedly fantasize about this, the smile on his face as punchable as ever.

Meanwhile, in the south, the outstanding young man Charles Carter, who had just inherited the banner of Jiangdong from the recently assassinated William Carter, was fighting tooth and nail with ethnic minorities in the mountains of southern Fujian, both to expand his territory and to prove he was no less than his illustrious father and brother.

Elsewhere, William Carter’s third brother James Carter, who resembled him in both temperament and looks, also followed in his brother’s footsteps and was killed. However, his fierce and beautiful wife used a clever trick to avenge her husband’s death. Sadly, this pretty little spitfire became a widow.

Peter Brooks couldn’t help but clap his hands and sigh with regret: “What a pity, such a beauty, widowed so young...” After sighing, Peter Brooks suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of a head outside the door that vanished in a flash. Damn it, who dares to peep at me, the master of the house, the young lord of The Brooks Residence?