[{"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-117":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},2319355,4536,"Chapter 117: I Just Want the Car Keys","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>“Everyone here has had a fate similar to yours. Come on, sister, raise your hands like this and spin around for me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t let his guard down just because the woman was ordinary—he wouldn’t skip necessary checks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged woman obeyed immediately, raising her arms and letting the tablecloth and other draped items fall, then obediently spun around twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple hoodie and jeans—nothing suspicious hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinyu, go check her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, before Zheng Xinyu could move, the Corgi tilted its head and barked twice softly toward the woman’s right side, its volume matching Zhang Su’s speaking tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Does that mean… something’s hidden there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised an eyebrow and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corgi answered with a single bark, nodding its head in a distinctly human-like manner. Even though Zhang Su had warned them the dog was unusual, the gesture still left everyone stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, this is a dog spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With so many dead, could it be one of the sisters’ souls possessing it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you’ve made it creepy—zombies weren’t enough, now ghosts too? But why a sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a female dog!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Xiao Wu, you’re sharp—even noticed the dog’s gender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo, Zhao Dezhu, and Wu Lue immediately began discussing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion, though strange, had calmed the woman who’d come out of the office. She quickly pulled a fruit knife from her waist. “I—I took a fruit knife for self-defense, that’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she dumped a set of house keys onto the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, what’s your name? Relax. As long as you behave, we won’t harm you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su lowered his crossbow, confirmed the woman was just an ordinary civilian, and relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Qin Huamei. Brother and sister, what’s the situation outside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Huamei asked nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand. “Don’t rush asking questions. Let me ask you—do you know where the car keys are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no time to soothe an old woman—he was here for the keys and didn’t want to waste more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keys…?” Qin Huamei felt cold, bent down to pick up the tablecloth and draped it again, pointing toward the office. “There’s a cabinet inside for storing keys. I don’t know if it’s what you’re looking for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked into the office, flashed his flashlight—the small room was fully visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rosewood desk and chair sat in the traditional wealth-attracting position; opposite were two grand sofas—clearly for show, not function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bookshelf held various culturally ostentatious books—three different editions of Dream of the Red Chamber alone. In the corner stood a large trophy related to automobiles. Beside the desk stood a cylindrical display case, like one for collecting watches, filled with keys arranged in a rotating circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Xiao Xue, keep Qin sister company. Everyone else, gather supplies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su walked to the key cabinet, noticing the tablecloth spread over the carpet behind the desk and a pile of supplies in the corner—clearly Qin Huamei had lived here for a while. But she hadn’t relieved herself in the office; otherwise, the smell would’ve been unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Locked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su tugged the cabinet handle—of course, it was locked. He didn't bother looking for the key, pulled out his axe, and smashed it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass shattered, making Qin Huamei outside gasp—she was on the verge of collapse, every sound now set her nerves on edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su cleared away all the glass shards, piled the keys onto the desk, and examined them closely. He frowned. “The RV key isn’t here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t recognize what an RV key looked like—but all these keys bore brand logos: Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche—all accounted for. There was even a Mercedes key—he recognized it: the one for the G-Class parked outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Brother Su, what did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu leaned into the office to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… nothing, keep chatting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had planned to ask Qin Huamei more, but judging by the office’s condition, she hadn’t touched anything inside—she was too orderly. Better to search himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many places to search. The rosewood desk was all decoration—no drawers at all. The bookshelf had a few drawers, but inside were only irrelevant documents and certificates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he rummaged, suddenly one drawer sank lower!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? A hidden compartment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery thrilled Zhang Su—he instantly thought of Light Yagami’s notebook. He pried open the drawer’s false bottom with a few quick moves, shone his flashlight inside—and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something inside—but it was a stack of Polaroid photos. Each showed a beautiful woman: clad in barely-there lingerie, fishnet stockings, or provocative uniforms—only lingerie, only stockings, or some seductive outfit—striking alluring poses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backdrop? The car dealership—not just the office, but also the dining area, wine-tasting room, and beside vintage cars on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He really knew how to live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su flipped through the photos like a book—seven or eight women appeared, all identical faces, performing endless variations of seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once been a playboy himself, but never had a car dealer been this refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out all the photos—the compartment was empty. Disappointed, he shoved the photos into his bag. Still, decent mental nourishment—he could reward his men who were driven mad by the bugs later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hidden compartment. Zhang Su kept searching the office—even tore open the sofa upholstery. Found one lost earring—probably dropped during passion—but nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Under the carpet? No… I’ve hidden things before, but I dug underground. This is the third floor—can’t dig.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su suddenly froze, slapped his forehead. “That Mercedes RV was Cai’s personal toy—used to store his gear. He’d never sell it, never show it to customers. The key probably isn’t here… That’s bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a surge of frustration. Getting into the RV wasn’t hard—even bulletproof glass could be removed. But starting it without the key? With today’s encryption? Nearly impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if the Mercedes RV key isn’t here, the other two RV keys aren’t either?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sat on the floor, scratching his head in confusion. There were three RVs in the lot: two were Anderson and Fordham Mobil—Fordham Mobil was similar in size to the Mercedes; Anderson was slightly smaller. But no keys for any of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniff, sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Su brooded, he suddenly heard the Corgi sniffing incessantly beside him. “Hey, pup, you’re so good—can you help me find the keys? If you do, tonight you get a meat can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corgi clearly loved the idea. Hearing the promise, it sniffed harder, its nose sounds louder, pacing back and forth across the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? Shouldn’t you sniff the Mercedes RV first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the dog’s effort, Zhang Su’s eyes lit up—he might actually bring luck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniff, sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corgi gave no reaction—just kept sniffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the dog let out a soft bark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, who’d been moving the bookshelf, turned instantly toward the sound. The dog sat beside the trophy, panting, tongue out, staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! I completely missed this thing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rushed over, flashed his flashlight into the trophy—and saw nothing but cigarette butts and dust and cobwebs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you’re useless this time. Nothing here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su looked down at the Corgi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratch, scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corgi lifted its paw and scratched the trophy’s base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hidden underneath?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook the trophy—over a meter tall, but not heavy. As soon as he moved it, the dog patted the base again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time Zhang Su understood—it wasn’t under the trophy, but inside the base itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he laid the trophy flat, shone his flashlight on the bottom—and spotted a plastic panel like a battery compartment. He turned the trophy slightly—a faint click sounded. Only someone as attentive as Zhang Su would’ve noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“RV key, RV key, RV key…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su muttered obsessively, pulled out his dog-leg knife, and pried into the seam to lift the plastic panel. He had zero interest in Cai’s secrets—he only wanted the Mercedes RV key!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Su could pry open the panel, Chen Hanzhou rushed to the office door. “Brother Su, Pei Lan saw a woman heading this way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su paused, frowned. “One woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, just one woman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. Tan Hua will handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went back to prying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp snap—the plastic panel finally cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shining his flashlight inside, he saw a layer of foam. After pulling it out, two cards appeared in the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su tossed the trophy aside—he wanted keys, not bank cards or some other damn thing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corgi, seeing Zhang Su’s reaction, understood he hadn’t found what he wanted. It slumped dejectedly to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… Could the key be a smart card?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was entirely possible. Zhang Su grabbed the trophy again, pulled it close, and called toward the office door: “Xinyu, hand me your dagger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, you found it even though it was hidden so well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu walked into the office, watched Zhang Su’s slightly comical movements, and sighed as she handed him the short dagger, then crouched down to watch with keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su kept working as he said, “Credit this little pup—it sniffed out the hidden compartment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary plastic couldn’t possibly resist a sharp dagger; soon the compartment was cut open, and two cards in his hand felt substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… a bank card?” Zheng Xinyu stared curiously at the elegant card in Zhang Su’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe!” Zhang Su smiled mysteriously, pulling out a card bearing the letters “VS”: “This is the key card for a Mercedes motorhome modified by Variomobil Signature!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After revising this chapter, it was exactly 8:30, so he went to the kitchen to help his wife with the chores. Dear readers, eat well, drink well, enjoy the festivities, and have a lively New Year!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1636,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0fc267d51d503d83cfec2ea7116375ac5240ec61f116c17ec43c433f49152693","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-118","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-116",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]