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*Xin Lei*
It was in the evening that we were getting to leave for Dongcheng, but before that, we had another thing to do.
Luo Zhiqiang led Bai Li, Liao Huifang, and me to Duan Deming's cell, where he was kept after we caught him in Tianjin Port. The door had a number of security codes and procedures to be done before it was opened, and Luo Zhiqiang did it all with utmost patience.
We entered and found Duan Deming locked up in his seat with his arms and legs shackled with the cuffs. In almost only forty-eight hours, he seemed like a whole different person. He seemed tired, he had lost a considerable amount of weight, and a light stubble was on his chin.
Duan Deming raised his head, and our gazes met.
"Heh! Look who is here. My so-called best partner. Oh yes, who also belongs to the IB. A spy!"
Luo Zhiqiang seemed unaffected.
