Tracking

Seeing her own underwear being scrubbed in someone else's hands felt downright bizarre. Daisy did not plan to linger and went straight back to her room. Just as she was about to leave, Matsumoto seemed to recall something and said, "I've cleaned up the bathroom too. You can use it anytime."

After running around all day, a bath seemed like a pretty good idea.

She had barely taken off her top when the maid walked in wearing only her underwear. There was a different sort of gleam in her eyes as she claimed she wanted to scrub Daisy's back.

Daisy sternly rejected this bathing arrangement. If she had been in a male body, something enjoyable might have happened, but now? Better not!

Over the next few days, she gradually went from feeling embarrassed to accepting the maid's services. Aside from the most private matters, someone handled everything from food and clothing to housing and transportation. She had to admit, it was very comfortable.

After becoming familiar with her, the maid also began fulfilling her duty as a "retainer"—offering advice. She believed Daisy dressed far too androgynously and had not fully allowed her beauty to bloom.

Going out without makeup or jewelry was, in the maid's eyes, practically a crime.

Daisy studied diligently for a few days. As for how much she could actually put into practice, that was another question.

A few days later, once things had settled down, Miss Matsumoto hesitated several times, seemingly wanting to learn close-quarters combat from her.

Daisy knew her own limits. What did she know about fighting? She relied entirely on overwhelming others with her physical abilities.

She told the woman to focus on her studies first, get her law license, find a proper job, and discuss everything else afterward.

Daisy had been keeping an eye on those Japanese men, but all remained calm. They showed no sign of trying to find her.

Life still had to go on. The school's closure had become a reality, and Daisy spotted James Wesley in the distance with a bruise on his face. The board and the investors formally signed the agreement, while students with connections and opportunities transferred away one after another.

"Daisy, what are you going to do now?" Black Girl asked pitifully.

Of course, Daisy could not say she planned to punch S.H.I.E.L.D. and kick Hydra. She was afraid her roommate would think she was crazy.

Besides, she and Black Girl were not even on the same wavelength. Black Girl talked endlessly about credits, scholarships, and the like, while Daisy's mind was full of the Chitauri, Thanos, the Five Elders of the Universe, and such...

After having a meal with Black Girl and seeing her off to work at the convenience store, Daisy had absolutely nothing left to do.

Sitting on a bench by the road, her bright eyes watched the pedestrians flowing past as she calculated her assets. Over the past few days, she had bought law books and clothes for the maid, stocked up on daily necessities, and purchased groceries to cook. More than two thousand dollars of the ten thousand had already been spent. She began wondering what she could do with the remaining eight thousand.

"Hmm?" A somewhat murky signal suddenly appeared within her sensory frequency, and she turned to look.

A decrepit old woman leaned on a cane, staring at her curiously.

She seemed to have trouble moving. Hunched over, she slowly and shakily made her way toward Daisy.

The old woman had distinctly Asian features: triangular eyes and a face full of wrinkles like tree bark.

Daisy sensed her carefully. Her vibrations seemed to strike a layer of gelatinous substance before being swiftly bounced away. Now that she was in New York, there was only one person she could think of with such strength—Madam Gao of The Hand! That four-hundred-year-old monster.

Had they met by chance, or had the Japanese hired her to deal with Daisy? Daisy would not jump to conclusions.

"Do you need something?" she asked in English.

The old woman's bark-like face stretched into a curve as she replied in Chinese, "Little girl, your eyes are very beautiful, like the stars in the night sky."

She did not need her senses to feel the overwhelming malice rushing at her. Daisy grabbed her bag, left behind a "Psycho," and quickly walked away.

Before she had gone three hundred meters, a swishing rhythm of footsteps sounded behind her. Daisy looked back and found two burly men following her.

There were still pedestrians nearby. Putting on a live performance of "kung fu" was not impossible, but it would be a little too conspicuous.

She made up her mind to lead them somewhere less crowded. For now, she would run!

If this had happened to those female leads who loved courting death and charging into dangerous places every day, they would usually look panicked, repeatedly glancing back as they hurried away.

It was not that they did not want to run. They simply could not run in pencil skirts and high heels.

Daisy had no such concern. She always wore long pants and canvas shoes, and she did not care about the poise or bearing expected of a beauty. Without another thought, she stretched her long legs and ran.

The men tailing her were stunned. It was their first time seeing a woman who refused to play by the rules. Remembering that lady's orders, they could only sprint after her.

After five hundred meters, they were dumbfounded. This woman was too fast! Like an agile cheetah, she raced through the streets.

She was nimble and powerful, with incredible jumping ability. Many things that looked like obstacles were cleared with a light leap.

Every so often, she even changed direction by kicking off walls like a parkour expert, vaulting over all kinds of obstructions.

With her shoulder bag on her back, Daisy's body seemed weightless. No matter how complicated the terrain, she could cross it easily, while the two burly men could only crash through with brute force, clumsy as two black bears.

"Get someone to block her ahead!" a bald brute shouted into his phone.

Daisy's goal was clear. It would be best if she could shake them off, but if she could not, she absolutely could not expose her powers in public.

After running across two streets, an iron gate blocked her path. Daisy did not hesitate. She lightly tapped the gate with her toes, using the rebound to lift herself half a meter higher. Her hands grabbed the top edge, her long legs swung up, and with a twist of her waist, she flipped over in one motion.

The two burly men behind her were speechless. A hundred-pound woman like Daisy could get over it, but two-hundred-pound men like them could not.

The streets branched in every direction, so they immediately split up to pursue her.

They knew the area well and had the numbers, so they were not worried about losing her. The only surprise was how fast Daisy ran, but that was only a minor problem. Capturing a woman alive was hardly a big deal.

As she moved through the maze-like alleys and listened to footsteps coming from every direction, Daisy calculated the distances between them.

Treating her like a sheep was a grave mistake. Daisy reached down and touched the ground, sensing the enemies' positions.

Soon, a signal entered her range of perception. The enemy was tightening the encirclement.

Daisy hid in the shadows. When a man with tattoo-covered arms walked past her, she raised a hand and fired a shockwave at the back of his head.

The tremendous force sent the tattooed man flying more than three meters. His forehead slammed into the wall, and he fainted without even making a sound.

Daisy emerged from her hiding place, put on gloves, and searched through the tattooed man's clothes. She found a P239 at the small of his back. After ejecting the magazine, she saw that it held only four bullets.

She searched his wallet as well and came away with one hundred and fifty dollars.

"What a poor bastard!" Daisy grumbled in dissatisfaction, wiping the soles of her shoes on the man's clothes. She had run through a ditch earlier and gotten mud all over her feet!