The masked man who had quietly arrived in the VIP booth didn't look like anything special in particular. He certainly carried a heavy, suffocating air of absolute confidence around him, but in terms of his actual body shape, he just seemed like a regular, lean, athletic man.
He wasn't a towering giant, nor was he an immovable wall of rippling muscle. Although Jett was physically larger than Darius, Darius himself wasn't small by any means. Looking at the masked man, Vivian could logically see how an experienced brawler of Darius's size could potentially win a fight against him, but she absolutely could not fathom how this completely average-looking person could ever hope to defeat a monster like Jett.
She honestly thought the wealthy Gilt Rats would have brought someone who looked vastly more imposing when there was so much territory, money, and power on the line.
