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

The hover car landed on the street, enveloped by the night, and Lu Xiang felt completely relaxed, body and soul, after a full day's work.


The two exchanged greetings with Grandpa Li, the gatekeeper, and entered the elevator.


As the elevator numbers flickered, Lu Xiang stood on her tiptoes, her hands wrapping around Song Lan's neck from behind as she hung her whole body against him.


She had decided she was in a state of sore waist, back pain, and leg cramps, needing Song Lan to carry her home.


With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened.


"Song Lan, tonight I feel like eating—"


As the dim light from outside the elevator poured in, Lu Xiang's eyes bulged at the sight of the woman who appeared suddenly at the door. Clearly, the woman was no less surprised than she was.


After a few seconds of staring, Lu Xiang buried her face in Song Lan's back like an ostrich, pretending the other couldn't see her.


Chapter 310: Playing House with a Spy_1