"...Bang!"
Fang Mo had been secretly chuckling to himself in the convertible when, the next second, a bullet from Hell Joke struck him squarely between the brows.
The brilliant smile on his face vanished at once. The enormous kinetic force tore a gaping hole through his forehead.
Actually, Fang Mo himself had been careless. Under normal circumstances, the defense he had inherited from Steve was more than sufficient; stopping a bullet would have been no problem. But Steve was currently gliding through the sky wearing Elytra...
That was why he had lost the protection of the Diamond chestplate.
And ultimately had his mind blown open.
From Polnareff and Avdol's perspective, Fang Mo had suddenly been shot and crashed heavily onto the seat, his fate unknown.
"Fang Mo!"
The two cried out in alarm.
"Hm?"
The man across from them seemed somewhat surprised by the sight. "Hey, hey, aren't we incredibly lucky? Did we really happen to take out the most troublesome one with a single shot?"
He was a handsome, dashing foreign man with a large, muscular build. He looked somewhat like a Western cowboy, with long blond hair, a cigarette hanging from his lips, and a cowboy hat perched on his head. He gave off an untamed, uninhibited air, and he held a strangely shaped silver pistol in one hand.
"You bastard!"
Polnareff's expression twisted into something terrifying.
"Can't be helped. That guy called Fang Mo is just too strange. If he's on guard, neither my pistol nor big brother J. Kael's mirror can deal with him easily."
The man opposite them merely laughed casually. "Even Sir Dio personally instructed us that if we encountered that guy, it'd be fine to run away and make plans afterward... But I really didn't expect us to get so lucky and kill