Chapter 7 — After the Divorce, Please Get Out of My House

“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

There was a huge noise outside. Not knocking. It's the door kick. Accompanied by a man's vulgar cursing voice.

"Open the door! Trieu Nguyet! I know you're in there! Don't pretend to be dead!"

"It's only natural that you owe money! If you don't open the door, I'll break the lock!"

I walked to the door and looked through the cat's eyes. Under the dim hallway light, there were three men standing there. A bald guy, his arms full of tattoos. It was the person who just called me. The remaining two men also had fierce faces, and looked like gangsters. They did not hold weapons in their hands. But that look is even more chilling than holding a knife. I'm not afraid. My heart is still beating steadily in my chest. I took out my phone and dialed 110. The moment the call connected, I didn't immediately speak. But put the phone microphone outside the door. The sound of the door kicking and curses were immediately transmitted clearly through the other end of the line.

"...Give you ten more seconds! If you don't open the door, you will suffer the consequences! Brothers, prepare your things!"

"Hello? Hello, this is the 110 police reporting center. What assistance do you need?"

At this point, I lowered my voice and spoke clearly into the phone:

“The address is apartment 701, unit 1, building 12, apartment complex XX, street XX, district XX.”

“Someone is banging on the door with violence and threatening my personal safety, suspected of intending to break in and rob property.”

“I'm home alone, there are three men outside.”

I deliberately emphasized the words "alone" and "three people". Let the police understand the seriousness and immediately leave the country.

"Okay ma'am, please stay calm, ensure your safety, absolutely do not open the door. We will send someone immediately!"

After hanging up, I still haven't stopped. I opened the apartment management application and pressed the emergency alarm button. At the same time, I sent a ten-second video to the resident group. This is the part I just filmed through the cat's eye. Three men were frantically kicking down my door. I don't write any more words. But that silent video has more destructive power than any explanation. The group of residents exploded again.

"Oh my god! Isn't this door 701?!"

"Fuck, are you a gangster?! Call the police!"

"Where's the security?! Where's the management?! What kind of business is this!"

“@Manager Truong, quickly bring someone to see!”

Outside, the sound of the door kicking continued to echo fiercely. The door made a scary groaning sound. I even felt the door frame shaking. The bald guy was clearly losing patience.

"Damn! If you don't drink the wine, you want to drink the wine as punishment, right?! Bring the things here!"

Outside, the sound of metal colliding was heard. They prepare to pick the lock. At that moment, the sound of rapid footsteps and loud shouts from the security guard suddenly rang out in the hallway.

"What are you guys doing?! Stop!"

The apartment complex security is here. The noise outside the door temporarily stopped. I heard the bald guy's disdainful voice.

"We're here to collect debt, what the hell does it have to do with you? Get out!"

"This is a high-end residential area! Don't cause trouble here! If there's anything, talk about it properly!"

The security captain seems to be quite tough.

“Talk properly?”

The bald guy laughed.

"He owes money and doesn't pay. He hides in there and refuses to be seen. What can you say?"

“If you don't get the money today, then No one wants to leave here!”

“We have already reported to the police! The police are coming!”

“Report to the police?”

The bald guy smirked.

“Scare who? I'll just go in and get the money and leave. By the time the police arrive, it'll be too late!

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of a chaotic scuffle. The two apartment guards were clearly no match for the three thugs. I clenched the phone in my hand. I'm waiting. Wait for the best moment. The lock made a crisp sound. They used tools to destroy the lock core. The door handle was twisted from the outside. Slowly open a small slit. The bald man's fierce face appeared from behind the door, carrying a triumphant smile.

“Little slut, let me see where you're going…”

The bald guy didn't have time to finish his sentence. Because what he saw… It wasn't a panicked woman. It was a phone pointing straight at him. The phone screen is bright.