Jett's presence was undeniable. He was like a wall of muscle that had just entered the top deck of the ship. His size and muscular features caused people to turn their heads instantly, and he also made sure to wear a tight fighting shirt that emphasized his physique.
It wasn't just to show off his muscles like most muscle heads. For Jett, it was to show off a particular type of muscle he was incredibly proud of: the strength he had in his forearms and fingers. Nearly every strand of muscle could be seen as he wiggled his fingers about; there was next to no fat on his forearm at all, suggesting a crushing, unnatural grip.
It caused everyone to look, no matter what their status was. As he had entered the venue as well, quite a few of the guests seemed to know him, as they started to greet him and called his name over with deference.
