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

"D Zone's streets are lined with inconspicuous fast-food restaurants. You can taste foods here that you cannot find outside of prison, but never start trouble in there, or you will pay a terrible price."


This saying is widely circulated in D Zone.


Each block's Judge, according to personal taste, opens corresponding shops in the area, typically looked after by close confidants of the Judge.


At this moment, Lu Xiang and "Emperor" arrive at this unassuming fast-food restaurant, following the address sent by Song Lan. The restaurant's entrance sports a burger sign, clearly indicating what kind of fast-food it is.


The passage back to B Area had been sealed off, and someone like her, an unregistered "black household," would quickly become a plaything for criminals if she didn't stick with the "Emperor," with no place in C Area that could shelter her.


Her eyes slightly red, the events of recent days drove her mad.


Chapter 956: Please Keep the Restaurant Clean