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

"Attention, inmate number 107 from B Detention Area, you have a visitor. Please proceed to the meeting window immediately."


The synthesized electronic voice interrupted Hyena's train of thought. He held four cards in his hand, and the atmosphere at the card table was quite tense. Hearing the call, he chuckled, throwing the four cards down on the table and said, "Someone's looking for me, so this round doesn't count."


The person sitting opposite him cursed when he saw the four cards.


Hyena was unfazed. He feigned regret, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "You were so close to winning my money."


"You scumbag, one day you're going to get chopped to pieces outside!"


A fellow serious offender at the table shouted then jeeringly added, "Make it quick and come back, today I'm going to win so much you won't even have your underwear left!"


Hyena waved to the others, quickening his pace.


Chapter 251: Learning from Mr. "Mouse"_1