"Come on, no time to waste."
Fang Mo casually slung the Iron Sword over his shoulder and called out to Jotaro Kujo beside him. "I'm going over to arrange a surgery for him..."
"Unbelievable..."
Jotaro Kujo rubbed the brim of his cap with a headache, but still turned around and began leading the way.
The inn everyone had chosen was fairly decent, with spacious hallways. After walking for a while, Jotaro Kujo arrived at a guest room marked 302 and unlocked the door with a key.
"Hey, old man."
After entering the room, Jotaro Kujo called toward the bathroom. "I brought Fang Mo."
"Have him come in and talk to me."
Joseph's voice came from the bathroom. Unlike his usual booming vigor, though, there was a faint trace of awkwardness and tension in it now.
"Seriously..."
Jotaro Kujo took a deep breath before looking at Fang Mo. "That's the situation. I have no idea what this old bastard is up to, so go in and see for yourself. I'm going for a smoke."
After saying that,
Jotaro Kujo walked straight out of the guest room.
Bang!
Fang Mo did not stand on ceremony. He kicked the bathroom door open.
The instant the old wooden door swung open, he saw Joseph hurriedly pulling up his pants. Behind him was the mirror above the sink.
"Well, well."
Fang Mo could not help laughing at the sight. "Quite the refined hobby. Studying the chrysanthemums like some great poet, are we?"
"Couldn't you knock first?" Joseph instinctively tugged at his pants, looking visibly flustered. "I'm getting old. My heart isn't what it used to be—I can't take you messing with me like this..."
"Sorry, that's just how we Steves are."
Fang Mo waved a hand carelessly. "In our understanding, only Zombies like knocking on