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Enforcer Manual

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.)

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Chapter 408: The Void is Not Responsible for This Matter_1

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The next morning, the chief of Sheep Village woke up.

If his sleepwalking time were included, he had slept for more than ten hours.

When he realized he was lying in bed shirtless, covered with a blanket, his pupils abruptly shrank, and he hastily lifted the blanket to check his pants.

Someone had changed his pants, and the soreness throughout his body gave rise to an ominous thought—it felt like the aftermath of a fight.

But this was his room, where beer cans from the previous night still lay on the floor, and among the lingering scent of alcohol seemed to mix other odors.

This was definitely not a good sign.

In an educational film he had once seen, the protagonist, A-Wei, met with misfortune after drinking.

"You're finally awake. Do you remember what happened last night?"

The sight of Big Radish Head, yawning as he walked out of the bathroom, made his eyes bulge. He glared angrily and demanded, "What did you all do?"