As for those who criticize Henry Clark for not shooting earlier to save George Washington—

Come on, you all know that I, Henry Clark, am useless. Wouldn’t it take time for me to kill another Taiping soldier?

Do you think I’m a god? That I don’t need to aim?

In any case, not letting Samuel Stone get taken away, and killing Charles Quinn to avenge George Washington, is already a huge achievement in itself.

Most importantly, even if the double-kill plan failed, he could still bear the consequences.

This time, no matter how things turned out, he would succeed in saving himself.

……

A moment later, a sedan chair was carried in, and the blood-soaked George Washington was carefully placed inside.

Andrew Rowe said, “Someone, take Henry Clark along as well.”

A few soldiers stepped forward and escorted Henry Clark out of the dungeon.

Just as they exited the dungeon, Little Eunuch Olivia rushed over, shouting, “Second Master, Second Master, what happened to you? Are you alright?”

Henry Clark shouted loudly, “Pah! Pah! Pah! Get lost, you useless thing! Pah!”

Little Eunuch Olivia was momentarily stunned. Second Master had never scolded him before—there must be some deeper meaning in these words.

So many “pahs” in a row!

Right, the Governor of Huguang, Anna Young.

Second Master wanted him to go summon Anna Young as quickly as possible to take charge of the situation.

Immediately, Little Eunuch Olivia didn’t say another word and sprinted northwest to find Anna Young.

Andrew Rowe frowned, wanting to send someone to catch Olivia.

“The palace eunuchs—don’t provoke them,” whispered Edward Thompson beside him.

Next, several cavalrymen quickly rode north to Wuchang to invite the Hubei Judicial Commissioner, Stephen Hill, to take charge of the situation.

It would be best if Anna Young arrived first, but even if it was Stephen Hill, Henry Clark would be fine.

After that, Henry Clark was brought to the rear residence of the Guangji County yamen.

The entire city of Guangji was under strict guard.

James Sullivan, Michael Bolton, and others looked shocked as they came and went.

……

Henry Clark lay quietly on the soft bed, reviewing everything that had happened over the past few days.

Although there were many dangers, the outcome was very smooth.

Especially today—choosing the fourth step was the right move.

If he had chosen any of the first three steps, he might have been killed by Charles Quinn, or by the Xiang Army.

After finishing his review, Henry Clark closed his eyes to sleep, preparing to face tomorrow’s situation.

But just as he drifted off—

That out-of-body feeling returned again.

It was as if his entire soul floated out of his body, hovering outside, completely losing control over his physical form.

This was so annoying.

The previous transmigrator said, “Sorry, Soldier King Su, I don’t want this either, but I can’t control this body anymore.”

Henry Clark was helpless.

The previous transmigrator said, “Henry Clark, one of us has to go. I must leave—I have to return to modern society.”

“You’re too strong, you’re suited for this world. I saw everything that just happened—you’re incredible.”

“I originally thought you’d kill Charles Quinn, save George Washington, and then use the opportunity to have him spare your life. I didn’t expect you to pull off a double kill!”

Henry Clark said, “Saving George Washington is useless. He wants to kill me not out of hatred, but for political gain.”

The previous transmigrator said, “But no matter what, you’ve made a great contribution. Whether it’s Stephen Hill or Anna Young who comes to take charge, you won’t die. Your plan is truly seamless.”

Henry Clark said, “The most important thing is, even if the worst-case scenario happens, there’s still a backup plan.”

The previous transmigrator said, “When I saw George Washington collapse in front of me, I was completely stunned. He’s a man who changed history—a legendary ‘Mangy Dragon.’”

“Even a ‘Mangy Dragon’ is still a dragon, still has fate. I didn’t expect he could be killed so easily.”

Henry Clark said, “That shot I took just now cost me half my life. My head felt like it was about to explode.”

The previous transmigrator said, “This body can’t contain the two of us. Otherwise, sooner or later, it will collapse. We have to find a way for me to leave, no matter what.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door outside.

“Henry Clark, sir, the master requests your presence.” It was Michael Bolton’s voice.

Henry Clark was slightly taken aback. Which master?

Stephen Hill couldn’t have arrived so soon. Was it James Sullivan, or Peter Payne?

Then Henry Clark got up and walked outside.

Michael Bolton led the way, heading toward the deepest part of the yamen’s rear residence.

At the door, Michael Bolton said, “Master, Henry Clark is here.”

The door opened.

“Come in!” came a hoarse voice from inside.

Henry Clark’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

……

Henry Clark walked in and saw George Washington sitting on the bed, wrapped in thick white cloth, bloodstains everywhere.

Immediately, Henry Clark tensed up, his eyes filled with shock.

What? Still not dead?!

Is this the luck of the Mangy Dragon?

Is he really that hard to kill?

The routes through Stephen Hill and Anna Young were both blocked. Things were heading in a new direction. That’s how it is—one must always be ready for change.

However, this was still within Henry Clark’s plan.