No way. Although he couldn’t find answers to his own problems, he could at least answer this woman’s question. But before replying, he decided to check himself first. He touched his face, then looked at his arms, hands, and feet. As for down there, he didn’t need to check—it was perfectly normal, and… it actually seemed even bigger than before.

“In my humble opinion… hmm, I should still be human!”

“Should?” Linda Bennett was furious, snapping, “What do you mean should? How can there be a ‘should’ about this? Don’t you know if you’re human or a ghost?”

“Bullshit, I really don’t know!” Brian Carter retorted angrily, blurting out.

“You…” Linda Bennett was about to explode, but Brian Carter’s current state was just too strange. Especially those eyes—dark, sharp, deep, yet tinged with confusion—completely different from the Brian Carter she remembered: a face full of fear, eyes brimming with cowardice, head hanging low, body hunched, dull and awkward, limping and flustered, every inch radiating uselessness and incompetence. The contrast was so stark that she forcibly held back her anger.

Linda Bennett scrutinized him a few more times, secretly thinking, Oh no, did I just knock him silly with those hits…? No, he was already dumb enough—how much dumber could he get? Judging by his current behavior, it’s more like I knocked some sense into him, made him smarter!

Just as she was puzzled and suspicious, her gaze sharpened and she suddenly noticed his eyes darting all over her body. Confused, she looked down—and immediately shrieked again, “Ah! What are you looking at? What are you looking at?!”

Brian Carter almost wanted to laugh. What else could he be looking at besides boobs?

Linda Bennett hurriedly grabbed the wooden basin from the ground to cover herself, but the basin was for washing faces—no matter how big, it was still limited. And her figure was so slender and curvy that while she could cover the top, she couldn’t hide the bottom. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t conceal her exposed beauty, every detail on display, making her even more tempting.

At this moment, Brian Carter just had to ask, “Miss, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

Linda Bennett was dumbfounded by the question.

I’m not wearing clothes?

Why am I not wearing clothes?

Would I bathe with my clothes on?

Am I crazy or what?

Thinking this, Linda Bennett suddenly remembered that this guy had barged in to peep at her. Instantly, she was both embarrassed and angry again. Ignoring whether he was half-dead, resurrected, or just playing dumb, she sprang up, raised a jade-like leg, and kicked fiercely at Brian Carter.

“Huh?” In that fleeting moment, Brian Carter let out a surprised gasp.

How come that thing’s not there?

What the hell!

This woman is actually a “white tiger”!

A “white tiger”—that’s a terrible omen!

Brian Carter quickly glanced upward—sure enough, big boobs!

As he was thinking this, Linda Bennett’s flying side kick was already upon him. Even though she wasn’t wearing any clothes, as a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, her skills were no joke.

If it were the old Brian Carter, this fierce and vicious kick would have sent him flying out the window and across the open ground.

But now, facing the new Brian Carter, a top scholar in both the civil and martial arts, this kick was nothing but a flashy move.

Too slow!

No power at all!

Not even worth a laugh!

Brian Carter snorted disdainfully, shrugged his shoulder, and was about to dodge.

With his original strength, this kind of street-performer move wouldn’t have hurt him at all. He could kill this woman with a flick of his finger, and as for her attack—let alone injuring him, if he didn’t want to, she wouldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.

But this time, he miscalculated!

His reaction was fast, but this body was just too weak, way too slow—his limbs couldn’t keep up with his mind, and his butt couldn’t keep up with his head. As a result, his nose was ruthlessly struck by Linda Bennett’s jade foot.

His nose wasn’t broken, but it swelled up and started bleeding, two bright red streams running down like snot.

“Huh?” Two surprised exclamations rang out at the same time—from Brian Carter, clutching his nose, and from Linda Bennett.

That kick just now, Linda Bennett had used almost all her strength in her rage. Not to mention a loser like Brian Carter, even the instructors at the academy would have had a hard time withstanding it. She was confident she could take him down with one kick, but to her shock, he actually dodged at the critical moment, and she only managed to graze his nose.

Brian Carter was equally surprised, because he felt there was no reason he shouldn’t have dodged it. Puzzled, he carefully sensed his body—his dantian was empty, not a trace of inner energy. He moved his limbs and found himself as weak as a limp shrimp, completely powerless.

What the hell is going on?

Seeing the fierce woman in front of him go from surprise back to rage, Brian Carter started to panic. If she was just a street performer, then right now, he was nothing but a decorative pillow!

“Fine, let’s see what you, this useless loser, are really capable of!” Linda Bennett shouted, leaping up again and lunging at him ferociously.