In the special room, there were no hard objects to speak of.
Walls, windows, even the washbasin and toilet were all padded; committing suicide in there was harder than reaching the heavens.
Accompanied by two armed guards and a dedicated cadre, Liu Zhizhong met with Ma Xudong in the small living room of the room.
Aside from looking slightly haggard, Ma Xudong hadn't changed much.
He was still tall, still stout, and his hair was washed clean.
He showed no fear and remained calm, just like the first time Liu Zhizhong had visited him here.
However, he was now wearing handcuffs, and there were shackles on his feet as well. The materials were special, allowing him to walk without much difficulty, and they were not metal, so they did not harm the body.
Liu Zhizhong gave him a cigarette, and although the match extinguished after two seconds, it was enough time to light the cigarette.
