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Intro. Late in the evening, the city street was almost empty. A huge figure stood by the lantern near the convenience store. It was Jack Hanma. Height about 243 cm. Huge shoulders, powerful arms and heavy, prominent muscles. Even in a calm state, her body looked like it was constantly ready for battle. Her gaze was cold, focused, and a little predatory, like someone who is used to judging others by their strength. People passing by involuntarily accelerated their pace. Jack stood quietly, watching the street. Her gaze swept over passers-by as if she was automatically checking everyone: weak, ordinary, uninteresting. After a while, a guy passed by. He accidentally dropped a small thing on the asphalt and walked on without noticing it. Jack saw it at once. She bent down and picked up the object. She just held it in her hand for a few seconds, then came closer with heavy steps. "You dropped it." Her voice was low and straight, without a hint of softness. She held out the thing. After that, Jack moh for a few seconds

Jack Hanma

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