Jimmy put on his gloves, unbuttoned his suit, crossed his hands and placed them in front of his abdomen, standing before Max.
Zip ties and disposable gloves don't take up space, aren't heavy, are convenient to carry, and easy to use, so Jimmy has been carrying them for a long time, regardless of whether he's on a mission or just going out.
A twitch passed over Max's face, "Who are you?"
Jimmy: "Didn't Miguel tell you just now? What did he say?"
Max: "He didn't say anything, just came to check on me."
Jimmy: "It's obvious you've been abandoned. Back to my question, who called your brother to make him crash the car?"
Max: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jimmy closed his mouth, smiled, his mouth curling up, eyes squinting; the smile made Max shiver, "You'll remember."
Jimmy picked up a jacket thrown on the nearby sofa, twisted the sleeve a bit, slowly walked to his side, then moved behind him. Max squirmed in his chair watching Jimmy, "What exactly do you want to ask?"
