11 A lucky Encounter

Frank's matter is already over, at least it had nothing to do with her anymore.

She didn't know that from the moment she "washed the car" until the end of the visit, Frank had been silently observing her.

From age, appearance, height, to her methods, he scrutinised everything.

After she walked away, Frank made a call.

On the other end was a deep voice, "Old man, I've heard about your situation, I'm sorry, there was no sign beforehand. Whatever you need, just tell me."

Frank remained expressionless and after a long pause, he hoarsely said, "Don't worry about my affairs."

His words carried multiple meanings, refusing both assistance and interference from official channels.

The other side understood his intention, "Alright, I promise."

Both parties fell into silence, just as the other was about to hang up, Frank spoke again, "Nick, I saw a woman who fits your deputy standards."

"I've already found candidates," the other responded firmly.

"I'm giving you the information, use it or not is up to you." Frank rapidly provided a bunch of identity details and then hung up, looking at the clouds, his heart heavy with the sorrow of his family.

Daisy had no idea that her information had been recorded by someone with intent, being penniless, she didn't know where to go, and could only return to school.

However, after staying for ten minutes, she ran out again.

She clashed with these white girls by nature, her previous self could hold back, but now with her powers, she could take down a group of Russian gangsters, what were a few girls?

Daisy's casual outfit consisted of cropped pants, short socks, and canvas shoes, exposing a bit of ankle, making her legs appear longer and adding a touch of a slender look. In ten years, this style would become common on the streets, both for men and women, so she thought it was normal.

But in the eyes of those white girls, it appeared quite different. They still wore baggy pants, hip-hop styles, long socks, and thick-soled shoes.

A certain white girl felt Daisy's attire didn't comply with the school rules and wanted to lecture her about "discipline."

With a loud "smack," Daisy slapped her across the face and followed up with a swift series of punches and kicks, knocking several of them down. Then, she walked away with her bag.

Walking along the street, Daisy checked her wallet again. Did she really need to find a job?

Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan, watching the people coming and going, she was momentarily unsure where to go.

Heading towards the convenience store where Angela worked, Daisy felt no remorse and planned to have her friend treat her to lunch and have a good meal.

As she turned a corner, she saw four women rushing out of a Japanese restaurant, followed by more men wielding knives and clubs in pursuit.

Daisy could only understand a few words, like "BAkAaa" or something, as for the rest of the Japanese, it was like reading ancient scrolls.

And coincidentally, her position happened to be in the path of the fleeing women.

The leading woman desperately signaled to her to run as she passed by, with men behind her yelling.

Hand signs? Her first thought was the Hand, but it didn't seem like it. The Japanese men didn't look like they had rigorous training, their steps were unsteady, and their breathing was uneven. They appeared more like they were drained of energy by alcohol and indulgence.

The leading woman's clothes were disheveled, her face had a slap mark, and her mouth was bleeding, yet she still persisted in running. The other women were equally distressed.

"Yamazaki!" Only a short-haired guy grabbed the hair of the last woman, yanked her down, and raised a baseball bat to strike.

Daisy couldn't just watch, she rushed forward, kicked the short-haired guy, and picked up his baseball bat. Although she lacked combat skills, with her enhanced physical abilities, taking down a few small Japanese guys was easy.

A combination of smacks and kicks rendered the Japanese men helpless, scattered on the ground.

"Run!" Seeing more people about to rush out, Daisy heard the sound of bullets being chambered and hurriedly summoned the women to follow her.

As a native of Hell's Kitchen, she was familiar with the terrain here. She led the Japanese women through a series of twists and turns, evading the pursuers, and finally stopped when it seemed safe.

"We're temporarily safe." She could run continuously in the underground city all day, this amount of physical activity for her was barely a warm-up, but for the Japanese women, it was high-intensity exercise.

The women hugged each other, still unable to believe that they were saved.

The leading woman looked at Daisy with a trace of admiration in her eyes. She stumbled over her words in English, thanking Daisy and bowing.

Daisy could only nod and return the gesture. The woman's English wasn't great, but she managed to convey the story through a combination of words and gestures, and Daisy finally understood the situation.

It had to be said, the Japanese were ruthless to outsiders and to their own people. Several American dream-chasing college students were lured here and found themselves in over their heads.

Seeing things going awry, they attempted to flee. But just as they reached the front door, they were caught. If it weren't for Daisy today, they would have been captured and subjected to a beating. And even worse, there was something ominous behind them.

Daisy asked the leader, "You said your name is Maki? Maki Matsumoto?"

"Yes, I was too embarrassed by my previous name. So I go by this name now. Please take care of me," Maki Matsumoto said, bowing deeply again.

"What's your field of study? Have you graduated?"

"Law."

Daisy was pleasantly surprised, this girl could also be considered a celebrity in the future.

Maki Matsumoto, a lawyer, tough to deal with, and the three traits matched. If it weren't for Daisy today, she would probably have witnessed one day in the future the slaughter of a certain Kingpin's henchman and become obsessed with him referring to herself as "Lady Bullseye."

While she might not reach the level of Quake's reputation, she would still be a second-tier figure.

However, without experiencing all that, whether she would become a cold-blooded killer remained uncertain.

Daisy escorted the women to the Japanese consulate, as for what happens next, whether they return to their country or not, it had nothing to do with her.

The remaining three Japanese women bowed in gratitude and left their addresses, hoping that if Daisy ever visited Japan, she would give them an opportunity to express their thanks.

Only Maki Matsumoto remained in place, bowing deeply to Daisy.

"Is there something wrong?" Daisy was now wary that the girl might ask to borrow money, which would be really awkward.

"Miss Johnson, I'm willing to stay and become your vassal!" Her voice was resolute, and the Japanese women and the consul, who hadn't gone far, all had expressions that said, "I knew it."

Daisy almost spat out her blood, what era was this, and she was still talking about being a vassal.

"Sorry, but I'm just a regular person, nothing worth pledging allegiance to. You should follow the consulate's arrangements and return to your country. Your parents must be worried about you," Daisy replied.

Maki Matsumoto bowed deeply again, saying, "I am a disgrace to my family, blind and foolish. I am a fool who only daydreams. Please take me in!"

Followed by another ninety-degree bow, she didn't stand up afterward.