"...You stole my stuff and still think you're getting out alive?"
'Fang Mo' planted one foot on the ground and viciously ground it into the thief's throat. "Scream. Why aren't you screaming? Weren't you pretty damn cocky when you stole my wallet just now?"
"Crk... hhk..."
The thief was just an ordinary person, after all. Under that kind of abuse, his eyes immediately rolled back, and his face turned iron-blue.
Yet although he writhed desperately on the ground in an attempt to resist, even vomiting a large amount of bloody foam from struggling too hard, 'Fang Mo' still had no intention of letting him go.
"Hey, Fang Mo!"
At the critical moment, Jotaro Kujo finally couldn't stand it anymore. He strode over. "What are you doing? Can't you see this guy's about to die?"
"Let's settle it in this life."
But 'Fang Mo' had no intention of stopping. He continued increasing the pressure until the thief's neck bones began making overloaded cracking sounds. "Remember to keep your hands clean in the next life."
"S-So scary!"
Little Ann, standing nearby, was shocked by the sight. "Mr. Fang Mo has such a brutal side to him? And the curse words he's using are things I've never even heard before..."
"That's enough."
Fortunately, Jotaro Kujo arrived in time and shoved 'Fang Mo' aside. "That's enough... No matter what, you don't need to stomp this guy to death, do you?"
After being pushed by him,
'Fang Mo,' who had been stepping on the thief, staggered forward slightly.
"I know you've got a bad temper."
Jotaro Kujo crouched down and inspected the thief on the ground. Finding that he was barely still breathing, he couldn't help complaining, "This guy isn't even an enemy. You've already gone far enough."
"Is that so?"
"You..."
'Fang Mo' tidied