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

Delicacies have always had a way of bringing people closer. Sitting around a table in the fast-food restaurant, Devin Hona gradually became more talkative.


After a gulp of chilled beverage, she brought up an unexpected acquaintance.


"Qi He, I knew nothing good would come the moment I met him in B Detention Area."


Hona treated the drink in her cup as if it were wine. Ever since she was sent here, let alone wine, they couldn't even get beverages containing alcohol.


Even though B Detention Area provided food every day, it was nothing but tasteless bread, just enough to ensure their survival. In this respect, D Zone, despite being fraught with danger, had much more abundant supplies, even beef of superior quality.


After more than two years, Devin Hona once again deeply missed the life outside.


Lu Xiang was somewhat surprised—this way, almost all of Song Lan's recently made friends had gathered.


Chapter 957: Sincerity is the Killing Blow