"I'll be damned, it's a woman."
Jessica widened her eyes and leaned closer to the tablet. "How could you tell?"
From the footage, the person had short white hair, rugged features, and an eyepatch over her left eye—a one-eyed brute. She sat on the sofa in a red tank top and shorts, every exposed inch of her body packed with rock-like muscles. Even sitting down, it was clear that she was enormous, at least two meters tall.
Judging purely by her face and build, compounded by the less-than-clear footage, she looked more like a man than a woman. That was why Jessica asked.
"Uh, the style of her tank top..."
"Uh... you scumbag. You don't even spare something this hardcore."
Hayato could not be bothered with Jessica. She was just having fun at his expense now.
After staring at the screen for a second, Jessica said, "Not necessarily. The style of a tank top doesn't prove anything. Even cross-dressing guys wear different things."
A cross-dressing guy that badass would really be an assault on the eyes.
Hayato knew she was a woman not because of her underwear style, but simply because he recognized her.
This rugged woman came from the fighting nation. She had once been a KGB agent and served as the prime minister's bodyguard. Later, she killed someone while drunk and was thrown into prison. Somehow, she eventually ended up in America.
After Big Daddy repeatedly attacked Amick, Amick hired her as a bodyguard.
Hayato remembered her definitely not because he coveted her body. This polar bear of a female bodyguard had a particularly distinctive nickname—Russian Grandma. Perhaps it was because her combat strength could rival that of any grandma.
While the bodyguards outside were being wiped out and everyone else, including Amick, frantically searched for cover, she