At the deepest part of the Red Sea, in a place most Stand Users could never find, lay the Joestar group's hiding place.
"Sigh."
Sitting on the sofa, Fang Mo wore a somewhat wistful expression as he sighed softly. "In the end, I still did it with you guys..."
"Could you not make that sound so disgusting?"
Hol Horse, who was practically wrapped up like a mummy, leaned against the other side. He had only just regained a little of his energy. "What do you mean, 'did it'? What exactly did you do? Explain yourself."
"Became water ghosts, of course."
Fang Mo pulled out a bottle of Sprite and took two sips before handing it to Jotaro Kujo beside him. "A Qiang, want a couple sips? This is Teacher Snowpeak's latest endorsement... Drink it and feel refreshed to the core."
"No thanks."
Jotaro Kujo was sitting beside Fang Mo, but he did not take the drink. Instead, he watched the surroundings with extreme vigilance. Every muscle in his body remained tense, with not the slightest sign that he intended to relax.
"Oh, you two, honestly."
Joseph had clearly noticed this as well and could not help complaining. "I told you, the Vehicle Killer thing was just an accident, okay?"
"Wow, this submarine's pretty big."
Polnareff was as carefree as ever, looking around with great interest. "Oh, oh, there's even a glass window here. You can see the deep-sea scenery outside. I think I can see coral..."
"Everyone, don't be too nervous."
Since Avdol had been seriously injured and recovering ever since India, he had no idea how many vehicles Joseph had wrecked afterward. He even tried to reassure them. "This submarine is used by Arabian tycoons. Its safety rating is extremely high."
"Exactly."
Joseph patted his chest confidently. "Besides, we're