[{"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-127":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},2319365,4536,"Chapter 127: The Water Is Fine!","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-127",127,"\u003Cp>\"Fuck, seriously, Su-ge, he actually opened it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo's face showed surprise; seeing Pang Dakun's real skill, he stopped mocking him and immediately gave a thumbs-up, exclaiming, \"Awesome!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe, this kind of lock is nothing—I could open it when I was thirteen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being praised, Pang Dakun immediately felt embarrassed and scratched his head; flakes of dandruff, like snowflakes, fluttered down in the flashlight beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, kid, you’re not bluffing. Come on, show me climbing onto the roof!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s face lit up; now, above Pang Dakun’s head in his vision floated three bubbles: [Loyalty and Righteousness], [Clueless Rookie], [Three Hands].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they didn’t have major flaws, any survivor with the [Loyalty and Righteousness] trait was at least a usable laborer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With [Loyalty and Righteousness] and the innate [Three Hands] trait, the [Clueless Rookie] label didn’t seem so annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such talent might’ve been easy to find before, where bounties drew brave men to your door—but now, in the apocalypse, it was rare; every skill had its use!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Climb the roof? Which one?\" Pang Dakun, hearing Zhang Su’s request, pointed to the nearby fertilizer shop: \"You mean this building? I’ve climbed this fertilizer shop every time I left the village—it’s as easy as drinking water. Why not let me climb this RV instead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun was deeply fascinated by the RV beside him; it was his first time seeing a real one—he’d only seen them on TV dramas, and never one this impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, climb. Show me what you’ve got!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised his hand, signaling for Pang Dakun to demonstrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mercedes VS RV stood four meters tall—taller than a typical apartment floor—and except for the driver’s seat and ladder, its body was smooth, offering almost no handholds or footholds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it! Watch closely—don’t blink!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun swiftly pulled out his flashlight, inspected the vehicle’s surface, then tucked it away and lightly stepped off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked off the tire and leapt upward, using his hands and feet to barely grip the body, his entire frame floating up as if weightless—he moved so fast no one could tell how he did it, only that he effortlessly rose, his hand reaching the roof’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qigong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou let out a startled exclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered; all were focused on Pang Dakun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an ordinary person, pulling their whole body up with just one arm would be nearly impossible—but for Pang Dakun, it was effortless. His fingers gripped the roof’s edge tightly, his body swung, his foot pushed off, his other hand braced against a protruding vent, and in an utterly unexpected motion, he swung sideways onto the roof, landing gently atop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following this routine, unless the inside of the vehicle was completely silent, no one would notice someone had already climbed on top!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle, how’s that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing up and patting his ass, Pang Dakun proudly wiped his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Su-ge, this guy’s definitely a talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo's opinion of Pang Dakun had turned a full 180 degrees—he despised pretentious weaklings, but respected skilled people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This trick’s useful—hiding from zombies, sneaking for food and drink, no worries at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s underutilizing him—he’s got even bigger uses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone marveled at Pang Dakun’s agility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand, signaling for Pang Dakun to descend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, step back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun strutted, waving his arms like a giant bird as he leapt down. Four meters was enough to make an ordinary person roll over—but he merely bent his knees, absorbing the impact, then stood straight and extended his hand toward Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thermos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su laughed and placed the thermos in Pang Dakun’s hand, then added: \"Little Pang, what do you plan to do from now on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, everyone understood Zhang Su intended to recruit Pang Dakun. Such skills were rare; others quietly returned to the RV, giving the two space to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle, can I have a cigarette?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun tucked the thermos into his chest and rubbed his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go inside the shop to talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t lecture Pang Dakun about smoking at his young age—this was the apocalypse; who cared about such dogma anymore?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone had left, the Corgi, Lucky, looked up at the bare RV body, darted up in three swift leaps, and stood proudly atop the roof, then sniffed haughtily toward the fertilizer shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the fertilizer shop, Pang Dakun lit a cigarette and took a satisfied drag. He didn’t answer Zhang Su’s question, but sighed: \"Uncle, your life is amazing—big RV, TV, cartoons—it’s like heaven!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heaven is this? Then heaven isn’t worth much...\" Zhang Su chuckled and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun stubbornly insisted: \"I think this is heaven! Hey, Uncle, where are you planning to go? Why not just settle down in Shuikou Village?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is just a temporary stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pointed with his smoldering cigarette toward the north: \"We’re heading to Qingxian. We’ll find a resort or a farmstay in the mountains.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way, that’s awesome!\" Pang Dakun’s face lit up, then immediately drooped: \"I want to go with you, but I can’t—I still have a score to settle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raised an eyebrow, paused, then said: \"Little Pang, honestly, I think you don’t need to settle that score... Don’t interrupt, listen to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Pang Dakun about to speak, Zhang Su raised his hand to stop him, then continued: \"When the disaster broke out, you were hiding in Qincheng—you must’ve seen the zombies slaughtering people. Frankly, who had time to care for others when escaping the village? Some couldn’t even save their own family, let alone elderly strangers with bad legs...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From your perspective, you can resent the villagers for not taking your grandfather with them—but to seek revenge on them makes no sense. They didn’t save him, but they didn’t kill him either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun sucked hard on his cigarette and said: \"So you’re saying it’s my fault—that if I’d come back sooner, my grandfather wouldn’t have died...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why must you assume someone must bear responsibility for this?\" Zhang Su thought Pang Dakun’s thinking was twisted—exactly fitting the [Clueless Rookie] trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is humanity’s catastrophe. Every city, every country, the whole world is like this. I don’t know who’s to blame—if you must blame someone, blame the virus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su spread his hands. No one knew how the virus had actually broken out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle, you’re right... not everything has someone to blame.\" Pang Dakun suddenly woke up as if drenched in enlightenment. He looked up at the shadow in the dark: \"Uncle, can you take me with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su hadn’t expected recruiting Pang Dakun to go so smoothly—but he couldn’t let it go too easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su cleared his throat and asked: \"Why do you want to come with us? Aren’t you comfortable enough in Shuikou Village?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun shook his head: \"It’s too boring. For some reason, all the animals are dead—no chickens crowing, no dogs barking, my little buddies all left. I’m so lonely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt Pang Dakun’s loneliness—the silent village, where only zombies moved. It was a terrible feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren’t you afraid we’re bad people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re definitely not bad people!\" Pang Dakun answered quickly: \"Bad people don’t watch Tom and Jerry—they watch murder and arson dramas!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su secretly chuckled—this was the weirdest standard for judging good and evil. Then he feigned seriousness: \"I think you’re particularly unruly and disobedient. Outside, zombies are everywhere. What if you disobey and bring disaster to the team?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\" Pang Dakun jumped up in panic, then crouched down: \"Uncle, I’ll change! I won’t steal anymore, and I won’t climb roofs to peek at women changing clothes—okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck, you’ve done those dirty things too?\" Zhang Su winced, wondering what other sins this brat hadn’t confessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I won’t anymore.\" Pang Dakun glanced around, knowing these acts were shameful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said: \"Alright, those were past mistakes. Just don’t repeat them. Tell me—have you ever killed a zombie?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve never killed one. I think they’re still people. My master said never to kill—killing gets you shot!\" Pang Dakun shook his head vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said gravely: \"Your master taught you right—but that was in the old peaceful, civilized world. Not now. The whole world is in chaos...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? The whole world... is like Shuikou Village and Qincheng?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun sat down hard on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just told you this catastrophe spread globally—did you even listen?\" Zhang Su sighed. No wonder this kid couldn’t study—he missed half of everything people said; he must’ve daydreamed through every class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little Pang, I won’t waste time. If you want to come with us, you must kill zombies—and sometimes, you’ll have to kill people too. Don’t think I’m lying: every one of us has blood on our hands. Outside, zombies aren’t the only ones eating people—people eat people too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun froze, stunned by Zhang Su’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waited as Pang Dakun slowly absorbed it, then asked: \"So—still want to come with us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do!\" Pang Dakun snapped back to himself, nodding firmly, then dropped to his knees before Zhang Su: \"Uncle, I’m following you. From now on, you’re my big brother—Big Brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Pang Dakun was about to bow his head, Zhang Su stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did you learn this nonsense—'uncle,' 'big brother'? What’s all this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun declared solemnly: \"When I recruit little brothers, they must bow like this. Once they bow to their big brother, they can never betray him—traitors get three cuts and six holes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine, three cuts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it, Uncle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Su accepted him, Pang Dakun beamed, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and asked: \"Uncle, can I watch TV now? I really want to see Tom and Jerry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s time to sleep. Not Tom and Jerry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su smiled helplessly. This half-grown boy had missed his childhood—and there was no chance to make it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh...\" Pang Dakun scratched his head, dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su suddenly remembered something and asked: \"Little Pang, during your time back in Shuikou Village, what did you eat and drink? Didn’t the villagers who crossed the river take everything?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I ate grain—there’s plenty in the village: corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, cabbage, pickled vegetables. They probably took some, but they left in a hurry—they couldn’t carry it all. Many households had stored food—I just went house to house, hehe!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun spoke proudly about this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about water? Are the village wells okay?\" Zhang Su asked the most critical question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun answered without hesitation: \"No problem! But there’s no electricity—only a few old hand-pump wells still work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re sure the well water is safe to drink?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su asked again, cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem!\" Pang Dakun thumped his chest. \"I drink it every day. It’s icy cold, and sometimes gives me diarrhea!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s the well? Is it easy to get to from here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was thrilled by this news. The two RVs had water tanks totaling nearly two thousand liters—if filled, they could solve everyone’s sanitation needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy! Just pass three houses—no, four—and there’s an old hand-pump well. Uncle, you want water? I’ll get it for you—and then let me watch one more cartoon, okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun instantly perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand: \"We have plenty of drinking water, but the RV tanks are empty. Can we drive the RV over to fill them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way... if we move the roadblocks, the zombie monsters will come out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun shook his head vigorously; he passed in and out of the village every day by walking across the rooftops of every house—broad view, safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ve got it. Where are you planning to sleep tonight? There’s room in the vehicle—you can stay if you want, but there’s no cartoons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood up, brushed off his pants. Getting water wasn’t urgent—he could handle it after dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going back to bury the cup beside my grandfather’s grave, then come back tomorrow.” Pang Dakun patted the cup in his arms, then grabbed Zhang Su’s arm. “Uncle, you can’t sneak off without me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going back to the village for water tomorrow—what’s the point of leaving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su kicked out at Pang Dakun, but he dodged nimbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, can I have a few more cigarettes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun grinned sheepishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pulled out his cigarette pack—only four or five left—and tossed them to Pang Dakun. “Smoke less, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, Pang Dakun vanished like a streak of smoke from the fertilizer shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stepped outside, shone his flashlight—and saw Pang Dakun scrambling up the roof of the low house beside the roadblock, like a giant gecko. He turned, waved, then disappeared into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Pang Dakun’s agility, and recalling the condition of the river nearby, Zhang Su felt it wouldn’t be hard for him to cross and cause trouble for those people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge was gone, no vehicles could pass—but people still found ways to get across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, isn’t that kid coming with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu, who was picking dirt from under his nails with a dagger, looked up in surprise as Zhang Su returned alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s coming. Kid’s got filial piety—he’s going back to bury the cup on his grandfather’s grave, then return tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took the water bottle from Zheng Xinyu, drank a few sips, then added: “I’ve got good news for everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spit it out, spit it out—finally some good news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, what’s the good news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of good news, everyone perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The good news is: Shuikou Village will become our ideal training ground. Tomorrow, you’ll conduct live combat drills in the village—clear out as many zombies as you can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su swept his hand toward Shuikou Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to sleep, go to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing this, everyone’s enthusiasm vanished. In short: kill zombies. What kind of good news was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhao Xue, Wu Lue, and Zheng Xinyu—who knew Zhang Su best—remained alert, certain there was more to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Su noticed most people’s spirits had dropped, he spoke again: “As a reward for clearing the zombies, you get all the crops in the village—corn, sweet potatoes, yams—plenty of everything. Take as much as you can carry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Right! Only a few villagers survived—they must’ve left behind tons of stored food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, we’re rich now! Just be careful—still dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Food? Who cares about danger? Let’s go! There’s still room in the vehicle—load it up, load it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing there was plenty of food, everyone’s spirits soared. Fight or die—it was all for food. But the real surprise was still coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Food is only part of the reward. The main one is!” Zhang Su’s gaze swept over their faces. Seeing their interest fully piqued, he said: “Water. The village well water is safe—drinkable, and you can bathe in it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… really? It must be true!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, now that’s real good news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, I’m stinking to high heaven—I’m washing myself good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, not just the women but the men too were thrilled. No one wanted to stink day after day—smell too long, and your combat power drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women surviving alone had to deliberately look ugly to avoid being targeted by lustful men—but now, with this team’s strength, personal hygiene was feasible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So tonight, rest well—except for the sentries. Tomorrow, give it your all clearing zombies. But no matter how excited you are, safety comes first, understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gave a pep talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood! Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone responded, then a group rose to return to the Ford Motorhome to prepare for sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood by the door. As Zhang Ya was about to step down, he reached out to block her path, staring at her with an unreadable expression. “Did you do what you needed to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\" Zhang Ya jumped, startled by his sudden question. Her face stiffened into a forced smile. \"W-what? Brother Su, I don't have anything to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun, behind Zhang Ya, looked at Zhang Su and Zhang Ya in confusion, unsure what was happening between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stared at Zhang Ya for several seconds, then said: “If you didn’t do it, then do you have anything to tell me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-nothing either.” Zhang Ya felt several pairs of eyes on her back, felt awkward, lowered her head—and suddenly saw the arm blocking her path withdraw. She hurried down the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun smiled calmly at Zhang Su, preparing to step down—when he gestured for her to come closer. She quickly pressed her ear to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch Zhang Ya tonight—make sure everyone on your side keeps an eye on her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“??!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun’s eyes widened with surprise and confusion. She nodded, then stepped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the vehicle, everyone except Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanyi quickly averted their gaze, busying themselves. To them, the boss’s private matters were best left unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two motorhomes had four beds total. In the Mercedes, Zhang Su, Zheng Xinyu, and Zhong Xiaoshanyi slept in the master bedroom’s large bed—no one contested it. The slightly smaller double bed, unfolded from the living room sofa, belonged to Zhao Dezhu, Yu Qing, and Yu Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mercedes could hold many more people—on the carpet, in the driver’s cabin, even down the aisle—but since there was another motorhome, no need to crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bedroom, ambient lighting like moonlight spilled over the bedding, soft and intoxicating. Zhang Su propped his head on his arm; the crisp, soft linens felt unreal. He was gathering faint whispers from around when he suddenly felt two large eyes staring at him—his skin prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not sleepy? Then go kill zombies in the village… why are you staring at me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re interested in Zhang Ya.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu said it bluntly, no beating around the bush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rolled his eyes, whispered: “Do you really think I’d trust Zhang Ya so easily? She’s not some dumb fool like Pang Dakun. Are you idiots?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I didn’t say anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanyi felt wronged—she hadn’t said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu blinked a few times, confused: “So you think Zhang Ya’s problematic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ‘think.’ Replace ‘think’ with ‘know.’” Zhang Su shifted his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You KNOW Zhang Ya’s problematic?!” Zheng Xinyu sat up halfway. “Then if you know, why… why let her join? Why tell us to treat her well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, are you planning something?” Zhong Xiaoshanyi asked softly, giving Zheng Xinyu a glance. “If knowing would interfere with your plan, don’t tell us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two are both drama queens. I can tell you.” Zhang Su smiled. “If I’m right, Zhang Ya is a mole sent by Liang Xiaocheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both women’s eyes widened. Not just them—even the corgi, Good Luck, who had been napping by the bedroom door, lifted its head to listen intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not the thief you fear—it’s the one who’s watching. Liang Xiaocheng’s hiding in the shadows, and I don’t want to waste time hunting him down. So I’ll turn his plan against him—wait for Zhang Ya to make a move. But she hasn’t done anything yet. I don’t know how she plans to contact Liang Xiaocheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su spoke slowly, listening to the chatter from the other motorhome—useless gossip about old celebrities…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what should we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said: “Do nothing. Can’t do anything. Just wait. Watch for sabotage—but don’t let her suspect. That’s it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both replied softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell in the vehicle. No passion, no noise. Soon, low snores rose. Even if anyone had thoughts, everyone knew this wasn’t the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three didn’t know that as soon as their conversation ended, Good Luck quietly slipped away, darting out through the slightly open passenger window, then sneaking into the Ford Motorhome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of sentries increased from one to two. With Zhang Ya excluded, twelve people remained—enough for six shifts—but Zhang Su still kept three shifts per night. Frequent rotations risked lapses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the incident with Pang Dakun, the sentries dared not relax. Even when chatting, they stood back-to-back, never letting their eyes leave the monitored area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3348,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6e97e34a4e9272c0fb580c1df11aafd69b76224ce5270a0b4d5361735cdbf8e1","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-128","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-126",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]