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

Several knights clad in silver-white armor stood on the street corner, with a building marked with the emblem of the Iris Consortium behind them. Passersby who saw them cast envious and respectful gazes.


For those in District Two who aspired to become knights, this was also an important day.


On this day each year, a batch of enlistees, having passed through layers of stringent selection, became honored knights. As they were conferred the title of knight, they also received their silver-white armor and the mount belonging to a knight of the Iris Consortium.


Now, the top performers among these recruits had gathered together, discussing the most eye-catching news of the day.


"Hey, did you hear? 'Jade Pearl' got a new chef?"


"Are you referring to that super expensive restaurant?"


A female member of the group picked up the thread, "I've heard their reputation isn't that good, and only those aristocrats who don't care about money like to go there."


Chapter 638: Knight play_1