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

"Dumb Bird Observation Diary" indicates that as soon as Song Lan drinks alcohol, he will feel drowsy; it's just unclear whether it's due to the effects of alcohol or an act he puts on.


Lu Xiang's words made the man tense up, his body stiffened in readiness for battle.


Could this woman have sensed something?


Before he could give it any further thought, Song Lan's actions answered the question in his mind. With a "thud," Song Lan lay straight down, collapsing onto Lu Xiang's lap.


"Wait a minute, this is a misunderstanding!"


There's definitely no narcotic in this wine!


The man was so nervous that he almost blurted it out; although he certainly planned to use anti-Spiritual Energy devices to control the three of them and lock them up in a dungeon like other Psychics, he had not put any narcotics in the wine. Indeed, even the medication to suppress Psychic Abilities was designed to take effect with a delay, just to be safe.


Chapter 973: Turning the Tables_2