Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

Remain a nobody or create a worldwide reputation?


This is a topic filled with philosophical undertones, and the philosopher of Night City who once proposed this question, Mr. Dexter Deshawn, has been gunned down at a Garbage Disposal Plant.


Song Lan did not immediately answer this question. He just calmly surveyed the lean man on the other side of the desk.


The man seemed to be past his forties, past the age of hot-blooded rampage, so he should have known the answer within his heart.


Even Chai Ke, hailed as the underground emperor of district seventeen, had never dared to wreak havoc at the citywide conference.


And if I analyze this issue from a professional perspective…


First off, the moniker "Rat" sounds like a stepping-stone-level "trash fish". Secondly, there are three other criminals who want to take over Chai Ke's territory. According to the plot rule that the sooner a character appears, the sooner they die, Song Lan feels that this "Rat" is toast.


Chapter 78: Advice from Experts_1