Taogu

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

Before long, onlookers had crowded the alley behind Gold Diggers' Bar.


Regardless of the era, people always enjoyed spectating. Although the bar rule prohibited fights inside, outside duels did not fall under the control of the Mohicans.


Challenging the henchmen of both the Hyena and Wild Boar criminal gangs at once inside the bar and then going outside for a one-on-one. This was a first.


Soon, a betting ring was established. "How many rounds can that guy last against the two of them?"


The minimum bet was for one round, the maximum was twenty rounds.


As Song Lan passed the person running the betting pool, he scanned a code at a nearby machine, betting 2,000 watts on the hooded figure's victory.


Money given on a plate had to be taken. With Ophir's obvious hint, if he couldn't tell the hooded figure had something special, then he would be a true idiot.


Chapter 132: The Despicable Foreigner_1