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The notice for the police to sweep this underground internet cafe was handled by Ye Jiahong.
Fang Huai, walking in the front, saw the panic-stricken face of the internet cafe owner who hadn't even had time to plead with them; he knew the owner must be worried about more serious issues at hand.
An middle-aged man clutched Fang Huai tightly, pleading in a low voice filled with sobs and urgency:
"Save my little boy, save my little boy..."
Fang Huai hurried into the room with the others, and Fang Hongliang also followed close behind.
It was empty.
The owner entered the room and lowered his voice as he pointed at the window, saying:
"Outside, keep your voices down."
Fang Huai peered out the window.
A boy was lying on his side on a small overhang located halfway up the third floor. He didn't look very old, around his teens, but his body nearly occupied the entire space of the overhang, with his lower legs hanging over the edge.
There was blood on his chin; he was injured.
