Chapter 1142 The Final Showdown (IX)

• “Hello, I’m with property management. The community is about to hold an owners’ meeting. I’ve got a notice—please open up.” The property manager stood at the peephole, rattled and jittery, knocking as he spoke.
• But after several rounds of knocking and a long wait, there was no movement at all, just a faint hum of music. The cops stopped hesitating. “We’re going in.”
• When the police forced the door, they walked into a wrecked room. Music still poured from the computer, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. Chadwick Fullner was long gone.