In the back room, on the bed, lay a young girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. Her face was swollen, black and blue from being beaten, and she had passed out. More than half her clothes had been stripped off. The bed was a complete mess, showing clear signs of a struggle.
Su Qing took a few steps forward, quickly pulled a blanket over the girl, and said to Li Huan, "Go check the room across the way and see if there's a phone. If there is, call the police immediately."
When Su Qing had surveyed the situation earlier, she'd already determined there were only five men in this house. She also knew there was a phone in the room across the way. This actually surprised her. After all, in this day and age, people with phones at home were extremely rare. It wasn't strange for a family like Li Huan's to have one, but for a human trafficking den to have a phone… that was something she hadn't expected.
