[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319338,4536,"Chapter 100: Everywhere There Are Assholes","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>The car had barely driven two hundred meters past the gas station when Zhang Su pulled over in front of a pharmacy with a relatively intact sign, gesturing for everyone to get out and collect medicine; they quickly loaded several large crates, further squeezing the already cramped car space, forcing them to tie two boxes of puff snacks to the Prado’s roof rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the four vehicles, only Zhang Su drove alone; the others were packed with people, inevitably leading to conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the Haland was the warmest and most harmonious; Pei Lan sat twisted in the backseat, surrounded by piles of supplies, watching Zheng Xinyu in the front passenger seat cuddling the dog, her expression oddly strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Xinyu, Sister Shanshan, I’ve actually had a question for a while…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan spoke hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan, driving, brushed back her now untidy hair and said: “You want to ask about you and Zhang Su, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew well that women’s conversations always boiled down to gossip—even with zombies roaming and flesh flying everywhere, nothing could quell a woman’s thirst for scandal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, upon hearing Zhong Xiaoshan’s words, Pei Lan gave a slightly awkward smile and asked: “Are you really… that kind of thing with Brother Su?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s strange about that?” Zhong Xiaoshan turned left with the minivan, casually saying: “Xinyu was first—I’m just Brother Su’s mistress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, I’m not much later either. Don’t let the fact that I’ve shared an apartment with Zhang Su for nearly a year fool you—I only found out he was the landlord the moment the disaster hit. He pretended to be a tenant to live with me, and I strongly suspect he cut ties with me just to collect rent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu’s big eyes darted mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan was stunned. What kind of bizarre situation was this? What’s wrong with men these days—they’d rather have rent than beautiful girls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she knew that beautiful girls were even less valuable in the apocalypse, she’d probably collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god, Sister Xinyu, I can’t believe this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t believe it? Hmph, let me tell you—before the disaster, the landlord, that’s Zhang Su, messaged me pretending to be the landlord saying rent would go up ten percent next year, just because I told him I was used to living there and wouldn’t move even if rent rose—I was furious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu felt a surge of frustration and squeezed the Corgi’s head hard; the poor thing, unconscious, bore the pressure it never deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god, Brother Su is so… well, no wonder he owns his own house at such a young age—his mind is clearly not ordinary!” Zhong Xiaoshan laughed and shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan covered her mouth with a light laugh, then sighed: “I really envy you two sisters—you’re so amazing, fearless fighting zombies. How do you do it? Can you teach me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, talking about this, I really have to thank Zhang Su…” Zheng Xinyu shrugged. “On day one, he dragged me out like a madman to kill zombies—I threw up so hard I thought my stomach was coming out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu vividly recounted her past; it had been so long since she’d had a real chat, and she felt immensely happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan also shared some of her own stories; the car’s atmosphere became very harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside Tan Huajun’s H6, it was entirely different: as soon as they got in, Chen Hanzhou and Song Yijun began a fierce argument; Kuang Miao tried mediating, but to no avail—the atmosphere grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yijun believed Zhang Su was too autocratic and cruel, lacking even basic moral boundaries, and urged the others to find a chance to leave, even trying to persuade Tan Huajun to join them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou had completely changed—he believed Zhang Su’s principles were perfectly fine; now they’d returned to a primitive society of survival of the fittest, and old morals and values should be discarded to establish new ones for better survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao said nothing, only kept urging the two to talk less…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun drove with eyes fixed straight ahead—the road was too complex to allow even a moment’s distraction—but she memorized every word of their conversation, planning to secretly tell Zhang Su later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most interesting case was Lu Yubo’s Prado, where only he and Zhao Dezhhu chatted, two kindred spirits, boasting from Antarctica to the North Pole, from the Mariana Trench to the summit of Everest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhu, you wouldn’t believe it—some idiot told us this disaster was caused by aliens. Isn’t that brain-dead? Hahaha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh, young brother, you’re not wrong—I’ve thought about this too, and I think it might actually be aliens. What’s happening now can’t be explained by Earthly knowledge, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true, but you can’t just blame aliens just because science can’t explain it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen, supporting Yu Qing, overheard and couldn’t help joining in: “Gentlemen, have you followed any space news lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Space? No…” Lu Yubo cared only whether women were vacuum-sealed, not space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhhu also shook his head vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen adjusted his glasses: “About a week before the disaster—I don’t remember the exact date—I saw a news report on a reputable overseas website about a cigar-shaped celestial body escaping the solar system, causing shock among experts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, experts love to be shocked over nothing—even air can shock them. There are so many stars up there—what’s so weird about one escaping the solar system?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhao, it’s not as simple as you think. First, a cigar-shaped celestial body is highly unusual—even meteorites don’t have an aspect ratio as extreme as 1:10. Experts strongly suspect it’s an artificial object, not a natural one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then it escapes the solar system—doesn’t that strike you as odd? The sun is the gravitational center of the entire system, with countless bodies orbiting it. Why would this cigar-shaped object accelerate outward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why accelerate?” Zhao Dezhhu scratched his head. “Step on the gas and you accelerate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! So experts suspect it’s not a natural object. Even stranger things followed: after discovering the cigar-shaped body, NASA kept monitoring it, then revealed an even more shocking update—the object’s trajectory changed, turning in space toward Mars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?” Lu Yubo, intrigued, pressed when Yu Wen paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen spread his hands: “And then there were no further reports.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo and Zhao Dezhhu both fell silent. This was a half-told story—what the hell was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young people need imagination. What if that object changed direction again in space and headed for Earth?” Yu Wen offered his theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s impossible…” Lu Yubo immediately dismissed it. “Teacher Yu, you mean something hit Earth? That wouldn’t just be a zombie virus—it’d be like the dinosaurs, wiped out completely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! These experts are just wasting time with nonsense—and they get paid so much! Damn, I could be an expert too.” Zhao Dezhhu shook his head dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen sighed helplessly and dropped the subject. He felt that if the object truly was artificial, as experts suspected, the possibilities were endless—but clearly, no one in this car was willing to discuss it with him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the car turned a corner, Zhang Su instinctively glanced toward the vehicle that had sent him a distress signal days ago. He’d only glimpsed it briefly then and forgotten which one it was—no living souls were visible now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope she’s already escaped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered and kept driving. Two kilometers lay between them and the convenience store; the road conditions were better than the main road outside Phoenix International Community, with far fewer accident vehicles—but gruesome scenes still littered the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the low temperature preserved the severed limbs well, showing no obvious decay—yet this very fact constantly reminded them the apocalypse had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the screech of emergency brakes echoed down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su slammed the brakes to the floor; the minivan skidded sideways, barely stopping in the middle of the road. The Haland behind couldn’t react in time and swerved left to avoid collision, stopping right beside the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun in the H6 reacted quickly, stopping steadily two or three meters behind the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The H6, just stopped, was shoved forward several meters by the Prado behind, which hadn’t braked in time—now only an arm’s length from the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, none of the vehicles had been going fast—only thirty or forty kph—or at least two would’ve been totaled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo groaned, clutching his head: “It’s all your fault, Zhu! I was driving and you kept chatting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?” Zheng Xinyu jumped out of the passenger seat, just as Zhang Su stepped out of the minivan, face dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said nothing, scanning the surroundings. One side of the street was a demolition site’s fence; the other, a neighborhood commercial strip. No suspicious figures were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the noise had drawn zombies drifting toward them from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some asshole’s playing games!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked to the front of the vehicle, crouched down, and brushed aside a steel cable less than thirty centimeters from the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, this is too ruthless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo rushed forward to apologize, but when he saw the taut, glinting steel cable, his scalp tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone sucked in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the cable, they saw one end anchored to a tree trunk, the other looped around a fire hydrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trap posed no threat to pedestrians—anyone with eyes could spot it—but for drivers or e-bike riders moving too fast, it could easily be missed. Whether it could stop a car was uncertain, but two-wheelers would be shredded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked at Zhang Su with deep admiration—how could he spot such a hidden danger? It gave them immense security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal with the zombies first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pulled a hatchet from under his seat and charged forward, smashing a zombie with a severed arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen or so surrounding zombies posed no threat to Zhang Su’s group; they fought their way backward, carefully eliminating them. Zombies farther away, sixty or seventy meters out, wouldn’t notice unless there was a major commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this, Lu Yubo quietly checked the Prado’s front end—damage was minor, just a slightly bent license plate; he relaxed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his mistake had wrecked a vehicle, the guilt would’ve been enormous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why set a trap here… no one even comes out? What a nutjob—hurts others, helps no one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu kicked the steel cable with her baseball bat; it bounced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su kept scanning the dark windows of the shops, but saw no movement. He smirked: “I bet that asshole didn’t expect us to be this many—he’s too scared to show up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Zhao Dezhhu glared at the storefronts. “If there’d been just one car, flipped by the cable, a bunch of scumbags would’ve rushed out to loot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao scratched his head: “Could it be that guy from before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew he meant the one who’d provided the gun tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head firmly: “He wasn’t heading this way. And there’s no way he had time to set this up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo, scowling, said: “Brother Su, let’s search this area and drag out that asshole!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This behavior is despicable! Young brother, I’ll go with you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhhu, who’d been chatting happily with Lu Yubo, immediately responded, grabbing a fire axe and stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su called out, stopping Zhao Dezhhu: “Zhu, Bozi—don’t be reckless! Without my permission, don’t act on your own!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Lu Yubo quickly pulled Zhao Dezhhu back. “Even I didn’t get Brother Su’s approval—why are you in such a rush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m furious seeing this behavior. Sorry, Brother Su—I won’t act impulsively again.” Zhao Dezhhu readily admitted fault, then exchanged mischievous glances with Lu Yubo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su strained to listen, searching for any clue—but heard nothing. The row of shops included a laundry, refrigeration equipment store, nail salon, and several restaurants; shattered storefronts showed they’d been looted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tan, Zhu—cut the cable and take it. Let’s move on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had no intention of getting involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun swiftly pulled a toolbox from her bag, handed pliers to Zhao Dezhhu, and they got to work. Dozens of meters of cable might be useful later—hanging it on the vehicle wouldn’t hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to them, on the second floor of the dry cleaner beside the street, four pairs of eyes stared fixedly at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men and two women crouched in darkness, watching helplessly as the cable was cut and the four vehicles slowly drove away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, this survivor group is way too big!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in jeans spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man sitting on the ground picked up a stone, squeezing it angrily: “If there’d been half as many people—if we’d just flipped one car, we’d’ve hit the jackpot. Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That shitty minivan in front is way too clever—I thought the driver was a decoy, turns out he’s their leader. Leader drives a minivan and gives the Prado to his men? This guy’s a real snake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, another person spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we follow them? They’ve got about ten people—if we join them, it’ll be much easier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman in jeans gazed toward the direction of the moving vehicle, a hint of longing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” the man sitting on the ground firmly rejected her suggestion. “I don’t like dealing with bastards, and I’ll never let a bastard be my boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su would have no idea what reaction he’d have if he knew the guy he called a bastard was calling him a bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I originally planned to take leave to go get an IV drip, but seeing the 500 tips from XiYuLaHuan and the 500 tips from ProfessionalFakeLedger, I felt too guilty to take leave—I’ll just post a little less, but I’ll still post…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, I’ll get the IV drip at a clinic—it’s way cheaper, only a quarter the cost of a top-tier hospital. Call me the clever bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m off, heading out—the chapter will auto-post at 09:36.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2319,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d30d0dc5dda03ed299980121a608d080c1df3f4add9d387453d16fa34a373d52","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-101","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-99",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]