[{"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-111":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},2319349,4536,"Chapter 111: Impulse Leads to Mistakes","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>Everyone in the vehicle focused on their companion sprinting back, completely unaware that several figures had emerged from the shadows in another direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From distance and position, Zhang Su was over fifty meters from the vehicle, while those people were only about thirty meters away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shouted, pointing at the four figures rapidly approaching the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others were confused—someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaoshan! Drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su yelled; he had already recognized the four’s target: the nearest vehicle, Halanda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer waited for those behind him, sprinting forward at full speed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Shan, drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nurse Zhong, I told you to drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others running nearby also realized the danger and joined Zhang Su in shouting, but their breathless state distorted their voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Shan, people are coming—Brother Su wants you to drive fast!” Pei Lan, sitting in the back, spotted the stealthy figures approaching and turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan understood and instinctively pressed the accelerator and turned the wheel—but just then, the front passenger door was yanked open, followed by the other doors!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing—ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything happened too fast; Zhong Xiaoshan and Pei Lan had no time to react before they were dragged out of the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan barely managed to grip her portable iron plate before being seized and yanked violently, flung from the driver’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan fared worse—her captor was weaker, so she was half-dragged, half-tumbled out of the car, banging and scraping, her injured hand throbbing so badly she gasped for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Lu Yubo stood outside, but by the time he reacted, Zhong Xiaoshan and Pei Lan were already on the ground. He dashed forward three strides to reclaim the car—but Halanda roared to life, doors still open, and shot straight toward the curb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a sharp *whoosh* rang out—a crossbow bolt shot from the passenger window of the H6, streaking toward Halanda. Tan Huajun lay awkwardly prone inside, firing his Wind-Chasing Bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halanda had just cleared the curb, its left rear wheel still suspended mid-air, not yet accelerating—its top speed barely seven or eight meters per second. The crossbow bolt, however, exited at over a hundred meters per second, effortlessly overtaking it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Plop.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bolt pierced Halanda’s rear windshield and plunged into the cabin—the glass cracked into a spiderweb but did not shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bozi, don’t chase—get back and drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su reached them, grabbed Zhong Xiaoshan off the ground, and turned toward Yiliewen. Yu Wen and the others had arrived nearby; the zombies were no more than forty or fifty meters away—slightly less dire than before. The greatest victory: all vehicles were running, drivers in place!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pei Lan, get in Bozi’s car—now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the order, Zhang Su dragged Zhong Xiaoshan toward the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minivan’s front passenger door was open; Zheng Xinyu waved frantically, shouting: “Hurry, hurry, there’s room on the passenger seat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, both occupants of Halanda were slim; despite their layered clothing, they could squeeze in—mainly because they hadn’t had time to replenish supplies from Yiliewen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a narrow escape, everyone boarded the vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s minivan was fastest, leading the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Tan Huajun and Lu Yubo expected him to pursue Halanda, the minivan turned sharply in the opposite direction—toward the dry cleaner’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, inside Halanda, the situation was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Teng can’t stop bleeding—what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in the back seat clutched his right chest; blood seeped slowly between his fingers, his face ashen, breathing ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold it, hold it! What the hell do you expect me to do? Who the fuck told you to turn around and look? Look at a fucking what? Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver was furious, eyes bloodshot, fixed on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Xiao Teng had just stayed seated instead of standing to look back, he never would’ve been hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff… huff… Shut up, will you? Do you think I wanted to get shot? Who the hell could’ve guessed those bastards had crossbows? Shit, we never should’ve tried hijacking the car!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Teng gasped, face twisted in agony—he felt his blood draining, the unmistakable sign of life slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we’d known they were this well-equipped, who the hell would’ve provoked them? Shit!” Zé, the driver, glared in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crossbows were as deadly as ordinary handguns—devastatingly overpowered for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zé, those people don’t seem to be chasing—should we stop and treat Xiao Teng? Otherwise he’s really in danger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman in the front passenger seat spoke anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zé gritted his teeth, scanning the rearview mirror—no sign of the three vehicles. He pulled over abruptly in the middle of the road. “Xiao Jie, check the car for first aid supplies. Me and Dachao will get out, deal with the zombies, and check that pharmacy over there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had no idea Tan Huajun’s bolt had nearly killed someone—he drove steadily toward Yihe Car, expression unreadable, showing no trace of the vehicle just stolen from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, are we just leaving Halanda behind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the pursuing zombies were out of sight, Zheng Xinyu voiced her confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su snorted: “Of course I want it—but we couldn’t chase back then. We’d just escaped a zombie horde, were panicked, then got ambushed by hijackers—I haven’t even calmed down yet. In this state, we’d make a mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We know nothing about those people. What if they’re survivors from a settlement gathering supplies? What if we charge after them and walk into a trap?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan and Zheng Xinyu, crammed into the front passenger seat, rubbed their bruised hips awkwardly and agreed: “Brother Su’s right. Supplies matter, but we were too passive. Those people are unknown, zombies are still behind us—escaping danger comes first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Shit… why’s Doggy in my car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Su suddenly noticed Zheng Xinyu’s Corgi bag resting atop a stack of self-heating rice meals behind him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been carrying it the whole time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu answered casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine… What was important on Halanda? Was the generator on that vehicle?” Zhang Su asked, frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan shook her head: “The generator’s on the H6. But Old Tan’s tool kit’s gone. Everything else was from the gas station—mostly water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tool kit… water…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su muttered, spotting a hardware store by the roadside. He turned the wheel and headed toward it. Before leaving the city, gathering ordinary tools wouldn’t be hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three vehicles pulled over. Everyone got out, eliminated the few zombies chasing them, then gathered around the minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t ask why we didn’t chase Halanda—I’m afraid they set a trap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su noticed several people looking like they wanted to speak—he knew what they were thinking and explained outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright…” Lu Yubo scratched his cheek, disgruntled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu’s face flushed red with anger: “If I catch those bastards, I’ll peel their skins off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two are too impulsive—only thinking of revenge. Look at Mr. Zhang—that’s the temperament a leader should have: calm, composed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen frowned at them; he’d listened to their curses all the way from the vehicle and nearly wanted to throw out his earwax at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget about those people! Old Tan, I’m sorry—your tool kit’s gone. Go find replacements at the hardware store. Halanda carried a lot of water—search this street for water only. Regroup in five minutes. Stay safe. Remember how to avoid zombie ambushes. Move!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su turned and walked straight toward a dumpling shop behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a side street running through a cluster of buildings—four lanes, two each way. If cars parked improperly, passing was nearly impossible. Perhaps because it was so quiet, the road was in decent condition—no wrecked vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than fifteen minutes later, everyone returned to the vehicles. Some carried full cases of purified water; others had plastic bags filled with various drinks—decent haul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun found a large tool kit at the hardware store. It showed heavy use—black oil stains covered the case and tools—but this kit was far more complete and versatile than the previous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stuffed the rear cargo compartments full, but no matter what, their supplies still fell far short of when they’d had four vehicles. But there was no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hit the road again. With supplies replenished, everyone’s spirits lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was full of household matters—I won’t rant or complain. I’ll try to keep updates regular and not take breaks. If I have time this afternoon, I’ll post another chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1402,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9760c8f56f8964c8b0367ba12e8033faa2e51eb0ab3848622ead6eacd8617ed2","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-112","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-110",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]