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

Just as Song Lan, following the principle of doing a good deed each day, had personally sent the shadow that had been trapped in the interrogation room for many years to the hell transfer station, Big Radish Head and the others finally smashed through the wall. With steel pipes in their hands found from who knows where, they shouted "Adventurer 13" as they rushed into the space behind the wall.


In the darkness, they could vaguely see Song Lan wielding a fire axe and facing a fluttering shadow, but when they entered, they found only Song Lan and two skeletons.


The array of weapons scattered around Song Lan wordlessly spoke of the dangers of the battle.


This question stumped the three of them for a moment before Big Radish Head replied, "There's strength in numbers."


They had heard noises coming from the basement, and after some deliberation, they rushed to the first floor, called Fengling, and together they charged toward the basement.


Chapter 415: The Root of All Evil_1