The former transmigrator said, “That day, after I was captured at Xiangu Mountain, I was locked up in this cell. Edward Tate strangled me with a bowstring, nearly killing me. In that instant, I felt my soul leave my body. But then someone came and stopped Edward Tate. I died, but not completely.”

So, that was when Henry Clark transmigrated.

The former transmigrator said, “I don’t want to play anymore. I can’t keep playing. This game isn’t as fun as I imagined.”

He had treated it like a game, and that’s how he ended up dead.

“I don’t dare go back to face my sister-in-law, nor do I dare face Lan’er.” The former transmigrator said, “Most importantly, I want to go back.”

“Go back? How could you possibly go back?” Henry Clark said.

The former transmigrator said, “When Edward Tate was almost strangling me to death, I could actually sense the modern world. I saw myself as a vegetable lying in bed, my parents crying, heartbroken every day. Now, I can’t stop thinking about going back. This world is too dangerous, too terrifying.”

Henry Clark said, “But you might not be able to go back. The only possible outcome is death, your soul scattered.”

The former transmigrator said, “Even if there’s just a tiny chance, I want to try. King Clark, you always say in the group that I’m useless, and I often retort, ‘If you’re so great, you do it!’ Well, now it’s your turn. I’m done. I’m quitting.”

Henry Clark sneered inwardly.

The former transmigrator: “King Clark, I’ve watched you for three days. I have a rough idea of what you’re planning. You really are crazy, bold beyond belief, daring to play such a deadly game. The most likely outcome is that you’ll be smashed to pieces. George Washington wants to kill you, and the Taiping Army will kill you too. Do you really think they’ll save you?”

Henry Clark didn’t respond.

The former transmigrator: “But now, I’m not afraid of death at all. I even wish I could die quickly. Maybe then I could return to the modern world, back to my parents.”

Henry Clark said, “You want to die, but I don’t. I can never go back.”

He truly had no chance of returning. Before transmigrating, he had seen with his own eyes his body turn to dust.

If he was killed by George Washington, then he would be truly, completely dead.

This is life, not a game!

If you treat it like a game, you’ll die without a burial place—the former transmigrator is proof.

Henry Clark: “Stop talking. I need to focus completely on what’s coming next.”

“Hahaha, good luck!”

Gathering all his concentration, Henry Clark raised his hand cannon in the darkness, trying hard to feel it and aim.

But it was really too difficult.

He truly missed the past, when his body obeyed his every command—how strong he was then!

Come on, pull yourself together. What’s coming is a life-or-death situation.

One misstep, and he’d be smashed to pieces, hacked to death.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside.

Immediately after, someone came in and lit all the torches, making the once-dark cell as bright as day.

Then, a squad of elite soldiers entered, checking every corner of the cell to ensure absolute security.

Henry Clark knew that George Washington was coming.

A quarter of an hour later!

“The Commander is here!”

A loud announcement, and George Washington walked in.

Of medium height, with a weary face, but eyes like lightning.

It was Henry Clark’s first time seeing this formidable figure.

It was hard to judge this man, and Henry Clark didn’t need to.

But three things were certain: iron-willed, ruthless as a wolf, a killer without mercy.

According to exaggerated accounts, the number of people who died indirectly because of him might exceed ten million.

The legendary George Washington, said to be the reincarnation of a mangy dragon!

Henry Clark quickly ran through his plan in his mind, thinking about how to respond to any unexpected changes.

Wait, wait, wait!

But still, as the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes!

Even in the worst-case scenario, he had thought it through many times—he could handle it.

As long as he didn’t die.

At worst, he’d change his identity, hide his name, and start over.

But things probably wouldn’t get that bad.

……

George Washington carried a food box to Henry Clark.

He opened the box and took out the food and wine inside.

One by one, he placed them in the cell, setting them before Henry Clark.

Henry Clark was about to speak, but George Washington stopped him.

“No need to speak,” George Washington said. “You brought up Consort Yi, and had that little eunuch deliver a message, saying you had something crucial to tell me. In the end, you just want to live!”

“That’s impossible.”

“Henry Clark, the only reason I came to see you is to bring you a parting drink. After all, we were colleagues—I don’t want to seem heartless as your superior.”

“In Hunan, in just a few days, I killed hundreds of people, including dozens of Manchus, many of whom outranked you, with higher status than you.”

“I, George Washington, do things, not people.”

“As for what you said about the former governor of Hubei, Chonglun, I don’t care. I’m not worried about your suspicions, your guesses, or what you might spread!”

“So don’t say anything. Even if you do, I won’t listen.”

Then he poured a cup of wine and handed it to Henry Clark.

“Drink this wine, and go in peace,” George Washington said.