The special room contained no hard objects whatsoever.
The walls, windows, and even the washstand and toilet were padded. Thinking about committing suicide inside was harder than reaching the heavens.
Accompanied by two armed personnel and a full-time official, Liu Zhizhong met Ma Xudong in the room's small living area.
Except for looking slightly haggard, Ma Xudong had not changed much.
He was still tall, still heavy, with his hair washed clean.
He showed no fear, remaining calm, just as he had been when Liu Zhizhong had first come to see him.
Only now, his hands were in handcuffs, and his feet bore shackles. The materials were special, not impairing mobility much and not metallic, so they didn't harm the body.
Liu Zhizhong offered him a cigarette, and although the match extinguished in two seconds, it was enough to light the cigarette.
With three people sitting by his side, accompanying and watching over him, Ma Xudong and Liu Zhizhong were quite accustomed to it.