章 646: Inescapable Grasp, Kowtow!

"Sure. Just make sure you pay us handsomely after we finish wrapping up here." One of the players next to Vault said as they stepped forward.

He had long gray hair with black edges that traveled down his back and wore a black mask that concealed his facial features. He wore dark leather clothing with torn-off sleeves, and at his side was a chain with a bizarre shaped sickle attached to its end.

This player was 11th of the Twelve Banes, The Wounded, Fractured Anatomy.

"Shall we go have ourselves a little fun?" Joker chuckled.

Joker's body started to quiver as his figure turned into a wavy distortion before he disappeared from view!

Woosh!

At the same time, Fractured Anatomy jumped forward and reached for the weapon at his side. He grabbed hold of the chain and began to spin the sickle in circles rapidly without slowing his movements.