Chapter 153: I'm Being Framed

As soon as Jefferson finished talking, Joan and Seth pulled a black plastic bag from under their jackets. They opened it to reveal a handful of slender steel needles. Each needle was razor-thin, about as long as a finger. Even if you drove one into flesh, the puncture would be tiny. Joan pulled a hammer and a few rags from his pocket. "Punk, you ever heard of something called Bone Piercing?" "If not, let me educate you. We drive this needle into a joint, then tap it with a hammer, bit by bit,...