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

He slurped his noodles, the plump and juicy beef dancing on his taste buds, a delightful surprise to someone accustomed to cheap synthetic food.


After you filled your belly, it was time to hit the road.


For some reason, this thought suddenly popped into his head.


Before Song Lan could even lift his chopsticks, Lu Xiang's check-in message had arrived.


Perhaps only telepathy could explain the tacit understanding between them, as Director Lu, far away in District 17, sensed that it was lunchtime and ordered Song Lan to quickly take a snapshot of their meal and send it to her.


"Potatoes! You put potatoes in the braised beef noodles!!!"


This string of exclamation marks aptly reflected Lu Xiang's mood at the moment.


Immediately after, she sent another new message separately.


Chapter 895: Spiritual Sustenance_2