Maid?

Daisy was a little frightened by the Japanese women's almost demonic intensity. She said hesitantly, "My financial situation isn't very good right now, so..."

The consul, who had been watching the excitement from the side, spoke up. "Please rest assured, Miss Johnson. You bravely saved one of our citizens, and we will provide a reward to express our gratitude. Miss Matsumoto also has the ability to work, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about!"

The remaining three Japanese women and several consulate staff members all wore expressions that clearly said, "Agree to it," "Agree to it."

Miss Matsumoto Maki waited for her decision with the conviction of someone who would not rest until she achieved her goal.

Daisy truly could not refuse. The Japanese consul hinted that they would use official channels to put pressure on those criminal thugs, ensuring there would be no future trouble. All she could do was accept the ten-thousand-dollar reward in a daze and lead Matsumoto Maki, her "retainer," out of the Japanese consulate.

Only when the cool breeze hit her did she understand the deeper meaning behind that smiling old consul's words. He did not want her publicizing the matter. By accepting this "retainer" and taking hush money, she could no longer go around spreading the story.

People in this era cared greatly about their credibility. Someone like Daredevil's female lead, who took compensation from someone and still insisted on investigating the truth, was actually quite rare.

After marveling at politicians' cunning, poor Daisy happily accepted the ten thousand dollars.

Then she turned and asked what skills Matsumoto Maki had.

Firearms, driving, cold weapons, stealth, assassination—she could do none of them!

Miss Matsumoto only had a Japanese lawyer's license. Before she had even finished her internship, she had been sweet-talked into coming to America.

Her credentials were not recognized here, so she could only take the exams again. She also needed to become proficient in the language. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation—all of it now had to be covered by Daisy.

On the way, Daisy connected to the internet and hacked several cameras near her rental apartment. The Japanese people she had expected to find did not appear. She figured the consulate had probably given them a warning.

But Daisy still felt a sense of danger. To Europeans and Americans, Asians all looked more or less the same, but these Japanese people were different. They had seen Daisy's face. Hell's Kitchen could be huge or tiny, depending on how you looked at it.

Finding an eighty-point beauty like her would not be hard at all.

After telling Miss Matsumoto to wait where she was, Daisy called Blackie and told her to stay at her parents' house for a few days. Then Daisy took a shortcut and ran quickly back to the rental apartment to pack.

She needed to take some electronic equipment with her. Once a hacker's weaknesses were seized, they would be at someone else's mercy.

She also had to take some clothes. Though they were cheap, she had worn them before. Who knew what perverted things the Japanese people might do if they got their hands on them...

She packed up Blackie's clothes as well, then ran out of the apartment with a backpack on her back and a suitcase in hand.

After meeting up with Miss Matsumoto, they rented an apartment in Brooklyn, where there was a sizable Chinese diaspora population.

"I'll find you a couple of outfits. Your clothes are already ruined, after all." Daisy took out two of her own outfits and handed them to Matsumoto Maki. The Japanese people had torn the other woman's clothes apart.

After thanking her, Miss Matsumoto did not think there was anything wrong with it and began changing clothes right in front of her. Daisy had intended to look away, but driven by certain indescribable reasons, she stayed.

She was a little shorter than Daisy, and her calves were somewhat thick—not long and slender like Daisy's. She clearly did not exercise enough.

Still, for the Japanese people to choose her as someone not to be trifled with, Miss Matsumoto Maki must have been raised on something special. Her butt and breasts were both far from small. Daisy's current eye was not skilled enough to judge their exact size, but the way they stretched her shirt taut left Daisy speechless.

After tidying her own room, Daisy discovered that Miss Matsumoto could cook. That was an unexpected delight. Only after asking in detail did she learn that they took home economics classes back in Japan, and girls generally learned to cook by the age of ten.

It made Daisy sigh inwardly. In another world, that indescribable country had somehow become a place where men did the cooking.

As a former failed webnovel writer, she could cook a few dishes herself. She was simply too lazy to bother, and poverty had not helped. Now that she had a little money, she immediately rolled up her sleeves to help.

"Please don't do that. This is not something you should be doing!" Miss Matsumoto firmly refused her help and unquestioningly pushed her out.

Fine, then. Daisy was not a particularly hardworking person to begin with. She had gone out to wash cars in the morning, then kidnapped Americans, fought Russians, and beat up Japanese people. After a busy morning, she was genuinely hungry.

People in Europe and America did not place much importance on lunch. They ate fairly well in the morning and evening, but usually made do at noon.

Daisy had never adapted to that way of eating.

Now, she could finally improve her quality of life a little.

Before long, Miss Matsumoto made two dishes. One was somewhat like mapo tofu, while the other was simply stir-fried vegetables and bean sprouts. In their words, this was "Chinese cuisine."

The staple was ordinary rice.

"I'm terribly sorry. There was too little time. I'll definitely work harder in the future!" Miss Matsumoto lowered her head in a perfectly formal kneeling posture to express her apology.

Daisy felt extremely embarrassed. This was already a hundred times better than the bread she had been eating.

"Let's eat together. It's relatively safe here, but you should still avoid showing your face too much for the next few days."

"I've caused you trouble!"

After exchanging those polite words, the two officially began eating.

Daisy possessed superpowers now, and her digestion was extremely fast. That was one of the reasons her pockets were always empty: most of her money went toward food.

She desperately wanted some meat right now, the kind served in huge bowls and basins. But Japanese portions were famously small. They were refined, certainly, but hardly filling. She ate most of the bowl of rice and two plates of food, yet she was not even half full.

She really wanted to shout, like Monkey D. Luffy, "I want meat!" But they had only just met, and she did not want to leave Miss Matsumoto with the impression that she was a bottomless pit. So she smiled and said she was full.

After eating, Miss Matsumoto began clearing the dishes. Then she busily started cleaning the apartment. Daisy, who had been lying back with one leg crossed over the other while digesting, truly had no face to remain in the room.

Leaving Miss Matsumoto to clean the apartment, she went out and bought a large pile of law books and beginner everyday English books. She also asked the consulate about it, and they said they would help arrange some of Matsumoto Maki's everyday documents.

Daisy bought a pile of books. The moment she opened the door and took off her shoes, she found that Miss Matsumoto had finished cleaning and was now doing laundry—Daisy's laundry, including several pieces of underwear.

"Wow! This is way too embarrassing!" She hurried over to stop her, but Miss Matsumoto replied in an ordinary tone, "It's fine. I often help wash my family's clothes at home too, so please don't feel burdened."

Then she said something that made Daisy's entire body go numb. "Miss Johnson smells very nice..."

Daisy was so frightened that she broke out in sweat. She could only change the subject. "I bought you some law books. You should have the basics already, so get your lawyer's qualifications first. And English—your English pronunciation is a little strange."

The young Miss Matsumoto bowed and nodded again, offering a long stream of thanks.