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

"Black pepper steak burger meal, fish and chips, oh right, and a strawberry milk for her."


The young man pointed to the petite girl standing behind him.


The owner couldn't help but take a second look at the two; such a pair was rare in this savage land where hardened criminals despised those who seemed fragile, relishing in the destruction of vulnerable prey.


The petite girl stared at the menu for a while before speaking, "Don't think you can fob me off with a bottle of strawberry milk!"


With that, the young man handed over a dark substance wrapped in ink to the owner. The moment the owner saw the object, his face turned pale, and after trembling for a bit, he managed to stammer out, "Monkfish! You are not Monkfish!"


In the prison district, everyone's 'wallet' is unique, representing not just their wealth but also their identity.


Chapter 955: Heart-to-Heart Close Friends_2