Chapter 77 Jimmy Jake is dying.

Max Andrews felt that she had a decent reception. She didn't go crazy by shouting, nor did she pass out by being stimulated. She was awake, calm and methodical. She walked through the crowd, bowing her head and following different feet. In fact, why should things be so complicated? She doesn't want anything, she doesn't want any bullshit friends, relatives, lovers! Without possession, there will be no expectation. Without expectation, how can she be hurt by being cheated? There was a sharp whistle in her ear, and she looked up to see the angry face of the driver. "Do you want to die?" How is that possible? It's just a blow. Max Andrews shook his head in earnest denial. "No." The driver spat, "what a ***ing psycho." Max Andrews went over to argue with him, but a series of whistles sounded behind him. "What's wrong with this woman?" "