"Hey, I have an idea."
Fang Mo had barely finished speaking when Polnareff suddenly raised a finger and proposed to everyone, "...What do you all think of Morgan Era as a punishment?"
"Huh?"
Joseph was getting on in years, after all, and seemed slow to catch on. "What the hell is that?"
"Well, damn."
Fang Mo understood instantly. "Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, huh? Don't tell me it's really the Morgan Era I'm thinking of?"
"Polnareff." Jotaro Kujo pulled a cigarette from his pocket. He had been about to take out a lighter, but after catching a whiff of gasoline on himself, he put it away. "Explain what that means."
"Well, it's actually..."
Polnareff had just opened his mouth to explain when Fang Mo somehow pulled out a bundle of sturdy rope. "It's simple. It means exactly what it says. Just watch what I do."
As he spoke, Fang Mo untied the rope and bound the hostile Stand User's wrists with it.
It was worth mentioning that the man's appearance was incredibly bizarre.
As mentioned before, his two arms looked exceptionally muscular and powerful, making him seem like the rugged tough-guy type.
But after Fang Mo ripped off the roof of his car and dragged him out, they discovered that he was all bark and no bite—a scrawny, withered little man with an absurdly prominent beer belly.
The only parts of his entire body that were unusually burly and solid were those two arms.
It was rather difficult to describe in words.
But if one had to put it somehow, the best suggestion would be to cut him in half at the waist and heal him afterward... because then he would become a living, real-life Geodude.
And if his arms were cut off too, he could probably