[{"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-116":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},2319354,4536,"Chapter 116: Someone","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>\"Forget about that bastard Xiao Wu for now—let’s figure out how to deal with that group. Who counted them? Exactly how many are there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng glanced at the men beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, I counted nine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are your eyes just for farting? It’s clearly eleven!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng frowned, thinking how useless his men were—couldn’t even count people properly, all of them were ridiculous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go with the higher number: eleven. Even if I can handle three, and each of you takes one, we’re still outnumbered. Open confrontation won’t work—let’s think of another plan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng was excellent in a direct fight, but coming up with strategies wasn’t his strength, so he had to ask his men—this was also why he dared not keep yelling at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If everyone else left him like Xiao Wu did, he’d be nothing but a general with no army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From what I see, these guys aren’t that great—they didn’t even post a lookout. We just sneak in and set the shop on fire—damn it, I’m such a jinx!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one man began planning, he saw the back door open—a fat figure appeared in the courtyard, climbed onto the roof of a Mercedes G-Class, and sat there, glancing around like a sentry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group shrank back behind the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think Xiao Long’s idea of setting fire’s good—just take out that fat woman, easy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No fire! My brother said the guns are hidden inside a Mercedes RV—if we set fire, it might mess up our chance to get them. So if we’re going to burn it, we do it after we get the guns—or find another way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Brother, we can only get the guns after we eliminate them—otherwise we’ll trigger a direct clash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone reminded Liang Xiaocheng—they all wanted to avoid conflict with a group of about ten survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh heh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, one of them let out a sinister chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng and the others turned to look at the one who laughed, waiting for his brilliant idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you remember why we took the detour? The zombies on Wensheng Road were everywhere—we lured them toward Yihe Auto, and if those people survive, I’ll be your grandson!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wensheng Road had Qin Cheng’s No. 3 High School, a boarding school. When the disaster hit, it wasn’t yet Golden Week—there were roughly three thousand students inside. No one knew how they all escaped, but the streets were flooded with them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng thought for a moment, then shook his head: \"No way. If the zombies pile up at Yihe Auto and won’t move, we’ll be stuck too—too dangerous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to provoke the zombies he’d encountered earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly, exactly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone agreed Liang Xiaocheng made sense and nodded in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng took a deep breath: \"If nothing else works, we take out the lookout, then lie in wait in the parking yard. When they come out, we strike suddenly—I think we’ve got a good chance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group fell silent. Easy to say, but not feasible. Even the first step—killing the lookout—would fail: before they got close, one shout would alert everyone inside the shop. No chance for an ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only woman in the group looked at them with a complex expression, then said: \"I have an idea. Listen up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Yihe Auto, Zhang Su and the others reached the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene changed: the first floor had a reception desk, showroom, and client lounge; the second floor resembled a museum; the third floor was elegantly decorated, the floor no longer hardwood but soft carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space was divided into a wine-tasting room, cigar room, dining area—clearly meant for high-end clients and guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That guy must’ve been telling the truth when he said he dined with Boss Cai here—there really is a restaurant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group walked to the dining room door and peered inside. The French Rococo-style dining room had a European palace feel, but without natural light, the dimness gave it a Gothic eeriness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This car dealership boss really knows how to live! Boss Zhang, so many cigars—we’re rich!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo rushed to the cigar room, unceremoniously smashing open the cabinet and stuffing every premium cigar box into his pack—he’d have to turn them over to the team for redistribution later, but he’d get an extra share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ll need several cars later—take everything we can carry from here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gestured around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu grinned: \"Never thought we’d find so much loot in a car dealership—heh, unexpected windfall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’d expect a car dealership to have a restaurant and wine cellar? Good thing it’s cold—oh, hey, don’t pull me—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Su felt his pant leg tugged—he looked down and saw the corgi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drawing Zhang Su’s attention, the corgi ran off in one direction, turned back to see no one followed, then ran back and nudged Zhang Su’s foot with its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss Zhang, it wants you to follow it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu translated the dog’s behavior for Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sensed it too—he knew the pup had found something. \"Alright, alright, alright—I’ll follow you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corgi happily spun in place a few times, then dashed off quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su led the group around a corner, discovering a room resembling a conference hall, and deeper inside, a room separated by glass. The corgi sat motionless before the glass door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa, big bro, this dog didn’t just happen to lead us here—it heard us looking for an office, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu stared in astonishment at the corgi sitting far ahead—clearly, this was the dealership owner’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This thing’s intelligence is unusual—don’t treat it like an ordinary dog...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Su walked toward the conference room, he suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and whispered: \"Shh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those behind him fell silent instantly—whenever Zhang Su did this, something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su crept forward slowly, pretending to feel his way across the carpet, actually listening to the office’s interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his hearing improved, he’d become hypersensitive to sounds—every heartbeat, breath, even someone’s silent fart—he could hear it all. It had been annoying at first, but after days, he’d grown used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way up, he’d habitually blocked out surrounding sounds—until suddenly, a different breathing pattern entered his ears, and his alertness spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly approaching the glass door of the office, the frosted glass obscured the interior—he didn’t need to see it. The breathing was clear enough. He was certain someone was hiding inside—and that person knew they were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pointed to the door handle, then deliberately pointed to the floor, then made a few gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group understood there was someone inside—but had no idea what the door handle or carpet had to do with it. Whatever Zhang Su said, they’d believe it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su wanted them confused—he didn’t explain. He called out to the office: \"Come out. We mean no harm. We won’t hurt you—as long as you don’t do anything reckless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several seconds passed. No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su frowned, raised his voice slightly: \"Madam, if you don’t come out, don’t blame us for being uncivil!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group was stunned, looking at Zhang Su with admiration—he’d seen no clues, yet he’d already determined the person’s gender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As doubt lingered in their minds, a voice came from inside—dispelling all skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you J-C?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: J = hook, C = west\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman’s voice replied—not young, but age unclear: could be forty, could be fifty—clearly trembling with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re not J-C. We’re survivors like you. Open the door and talk!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised his crossbow and stepped back a few paces, motioning for his companions to move aside too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Boss Cai had hidden guns in the dealership, he couldn’t assume the woman was unarmed—better safe than sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another ten seconds, a crisp click came from the lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass door slowly slid open. A middle-aged woman emerged in the flashlight beam, draped in a tablecloth apron, hair disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She peered out—and saw a dozen figures gathered at the door. Her eyes filled with panic, she stood stiffly, speechless, breathing rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ma’am, you’re…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was baffled—couldn’t guess her identity. She didn’t look like an employee. Was she another survivor, like them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-my husband was the night security guard here. He—he turned into a monster. W-wah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman began trembling and crying, memories of the past days flashing in her mind as she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That night, I stayed with my husband on duty like always. But the next morning—I found he’d turned into a monster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su exchanged glances with his companions—they realized the zombie they’d killed was her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1446,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9c9f3294dbc81abae9e6049689de2b8aebaee4417601d7a3971edc4570afd68b","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-117","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-115",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]