"Lord Fang Mo, please accept Anubis's bow!"
With a thud, Anubis dropped to his knees, tears glimmering in his eyes as he declared, "I will surely cut off Dio's head and present it to you! From now on, if anyone dares become Lord Fang Mo's enemy, I will kill..."
"Alright, alright."
Fang Mo chuckled, then reached out and stroked the sword's hilt. "Save the loyalty for later. I still have plenty of upgrades to put on you."
"Huh?"
Anubis was clearly stunned. "I... haven't I already become stronger?"
"But you're still not strong enough."
Fang Mo sighed earnestly, then patted the shoulder of Anubis—or rather, Polnareff, whose body he was temporarily possessing. "I'm planning to turn you into a true wheelchair Stand!"
"A... a wheelchair Stand?"
Anubis suddenly seemed a little uneasy. "Lord Fang Mo, d-don't tell me I still have to be stuck onto that Huojin wheelchair or something?"
"No, this wheelchair isn't that wheelchair."
Fang Mo shook his head. "A wheelchair Stand means it's easy to operate and incredibly powerful. No matter who gets this Stand, they can instantly become invincible. Put more simply, it's a Stand that even someone in a wheelchair can use."
"Huh?"
Anubis looked confused, while Fang Mo wiped his face gloomily. "Though Polnareff really will end up in a wheelchair someday..."
"Polnareff?"
Anubis was even more baffled. "Lord Fang Mo, what does this have to do with him?"
"Well, it's like this."
Fang Mo gave a brief explanation. "My own strength is enough for now, but my teammates can't keep up with my pace. You've heard of the barrel theory, right? How much water a barrel can hold depends on its shortest plank..."
"I understand."
Anubis caught on. "Lord Fang Mo, you want to use me to raise the strength of the entire