Seeing her own underwear being scrubbed in someone else's hands, the feeling was truly bizarre, and Daisy didn't intend to stay long, heading straight back to her room.
As she was about to leave, Matsumoto seemed to remember something and said, "I've also tidied up the bathroom; you can use it anytime."
After running all day, a bath seemed like a good option now.
Just as she took off her top, she saw the maid walk in wearing her underwear, a different kind of glint in her eyes, claiming she wanted to help scrub her back.
Daisy sternly refused this bathing method.
If it were a male body, some enjoyable things might happen, but now? Let's just forget about it!
Over the next few days, she gradually transitioned from initial embarrassment to accepting the maid's services.
Aside from the most private matters, someone took care of her food, clothing, housing, and transportation, which she had to admit was very comfortable.
After getting familiar with her, the maid also began to fulfill her "retainer" duty, which was to offer advice.
She believed Daisy's attire was too neutral and didn't fully showcase her beauty.
Going out without makeup or jewelry was, in the maid's eyes, an absolute sin.
Daisy humbly studied for a few days, but as for how much she could achieve, she didn't know.
A few days later, as the environment seemed to stabilize, Miss Matsumoto hesitated several times, seemingly wanting to learn close-quarters combat from her.
She knew her own limitations; she didn't know any combat at all, relying entirely on her physical prowess.
She instructed the other party to study hard, first get her lawyer's license, find a formal job, and then talk about other things.
Daisy had been monitoring the Japanese, but it had been calm, and they showed no intention of looking for her.Life still had to go on.
The school closing had become a fact, and Daisy even saw James Wesley with a bruise on his face from a distance.
The school board and investors formally signed an agreement, and students with connections and resources were successively transferring out.
"Daisy, what are your plans for the future?" the black girl asked her pitifully.
Of course, Daisy couldn't say she was going to punch SHIELD and kick Hydra; she was afraid her roommate would think she was crazy.
But she couldn't connect with the black girl on the same wavelength.
The other person was talking about credits and scholarships, while her mind was full of Chitauri, Thanos, Gods and so on...
After having a meal with the black girl and dropping her off at the convenience store for work, Daisy had absolutely nothing to do.
Sitting on a park bench, a pair of bright eyes scanned the passersby, calculating her assets.
In the past few days, she had spent over two thousand of her ten thousand dollars buying law books, clothes, daily necessities, and groceries for the maid.
She began to ponder what she could do with the remaining eight thousand.
"Hmm?" A somewhat muddled signal suddenly appeared in her sensory frequency, and she turned to look.
An old, decrepit woman leaning on a cane was looking at her curiously.
The other party seemed to have difficulty moving, hunched over and walking unsteadily towards her.
The old woman had distinct East Asian features, a pair of triangular eyes, and a face full of wrinkles, like tree bark.
Daisy carefully sensed her; her vibrations felt like they were crashing into a layer of gelatinous substance and being quickly repelled.
Now in New York, she could only think of one person with this kind of power: Madame Gao of the Hand! This old monster who had lived for four hundred years.
Was it a chance encounter, or had she been hired by the Japanese to deal with her?
Daisy would not jump to conclusions easily.
"Can I help you?" she asked in English.
The old woman's old face, like withered tree bark, curved into an arc, and she replied in Chinese, "Little girl, your eyes are beautiful, like the stars in the night sky."
Without needing to sense it, a strong wave of malice rushed over her.
Daisy picked up her backpack, uttered "Crazy" and quickly walked away.
Before she had walked three hundred meters, "tap-tap" footsteps sounded behind her.
Daisy turned around to find two burly men tracking her.
There were still some pedestrians not far away.
Performing "kung fu" on the spot wasn't impossible, but it would be a bit too flashy.
She made up her mind to lead the few men to a less crowded place; for now, she would run!
If those female protagonists who like to seek death and constantly rush into dangerous places encountered this, they would usually be panic-stricken, then nervously look back while walking quickly.
It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but they couldn't run in pencil skirts and high heels.
Daisy didn't have this concern; she always wore long pants and canvas shoes.
She didn't care about the elegance and demeanor of a beautiful woman.
Now, without thinking, she threw her long legs out and ran.
The burly men tracking her were stunned.
They had never seen a woman who acted so out of character.
Remembering the Madame's orders, they could only sprint to chase her.
After running five hundred meters, they were dumbfounded; this woman ran too fast!
Like a nimble cheetah, she quickly moved through the streets.
Agile, powerful, and with excellent jumping ability, she easily leaped over many things that were like obstacles.
From time to time, she could even change direction by pushing off walls like a parkour expert, flying over various obstacles.
With her crossbody bag, Daisy's body seemed weightless, effortlessly navigating even the most complex terrain, while the two strong men could only crash through, clumsy like two black bears.
"Get people to block her up ahead!" a bald man shouted into his phone.
Daisy's goal was clear: if she could shake them off, that was best; if not, she couldn't expose her powers in public.
After running through two streets, an iron gate blocked her way.
Daisy didn't hesitate, lightly tapping the iron gate with her toes, her body rising half a meter from the rebound force, grabbing the top of the gate with both hands, lifting her long legs, using her waist, and flipping over in one swift motion.
The two strong men following her were speechless.
Daisy, who weighed a hundred pounds, could get over, but they, weighing two hundred pounds, couldn't.
The streets were interconnected, so they immediately split up to pursue her.
They were familiar with the terrain so they weren't afraid of losing her.
The only surprise was how fast Daisy ran, but that was just a minor inconvenience.
To capture a woman alive was truly not a big deal.
Moving through the intricate alleys, listening to the footsteps from all directions, Daisy was also calculating the distances between the parties.
Treating her like a sheep was a big mistake.
Daisy reached out and touched the ground, sensing the enemy's positions.
Soon, a signal entered her sensory range; the enemy was tightening their encirclement.
Daisy hid in the shadows.
When a man with arms full of tattoos walked past her, she aimed at the back of his head and sent out a shockwave.
The enormous thrust sent the tattooed man flying over three meters, his forehead hitting the wall, and he fainted without even a groan.
Daisy emerged from her hiding spot, put on gloves, and rummaged through the tattooed man's clothes.
From his lower back, she found a P239, the magazine ejected, with only four bullets.
She then checked his wallet, finding one hundred and fifty dollars.
"He's really poor!" Daisy was very dissatisfied, wiping her shoe sole on the man's clothes; she had just run through a ditch and gotten mud on her foot