[{"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-170":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},2319408,4536,"Chapter 170: Killing Time","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-170",170,"\u003Cp>In a room on the second floor of Qingfeng Xiaozhu, Liang Xiaocheng monitored the Wangshan Homestay through binoculars; due to the angle, he couldn’t see inside the restaurant, but the entire courtyard was fully visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, these bastards are so cautious—won’t they eat? I told you to let them taste a bite first before leaving—worst case, they spit it out, it won’t kill them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, don’t worry, they’ll definitely eat it. When we left, we heard someone slurping dumpling soup—relax, we’ve already gained their trust yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dazhi shed his gloomy demeanor and spoke confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Minwen nodded vigorously: “Today I added double the spices to the buns—they smell so good you’d drool. They’re definitely eating till their mouths are greasy by now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope so!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng made no reply, continuing to silently monitor the Wangshan Homestay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time ticked by second by second; the atmosphere in the room grew heavier, sweat slowly beading on Liu Dazhi and Chen Minwen’s foreheads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dazhi counted roughly and realized two were missing—he figured they must’ve died while vomiting in the toilet, too terrified to stay, and bolted back to Qingfeng Xiaozhu to report what he’d seen to Liang Xiaocheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peered into the restaurant: bodies lay sprawled everywhere—on tables, on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to know? Go drink a bowl of dumpling soup yourself and you’ll find out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Liang Xiaocheng had planned to torture the group that killed Liang Dacheng—but who could’ve guessed their strength had surged beyond measure, each one armed? He couldn’t possibly challenge such a force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moans of agony echoed not just from the courtyard but also from inside the restaurant; if you listened closely, you could even hear barking sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng, still smoking, couldn’t suppress a grin: “Too easy on those bastards. Come on, boys—let’s go get the gear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five more figures followed, bursting out the door and collapsing into the courtyard; some fired several rounds into the air before dying, as if their final defiant roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, can we move out now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Liang Xiaocheng’s men listened intently and couldn’t help commenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Rat Poison really that potent? They’re screaming like they’ve had their limbs cut off…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, uh, yes, okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng licked his lips, lowered the binoculars, and looked at Liu Dazhi standing by the door: “Liu, go check the situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Dazhi was utterly unwilling, but couldn’t withstand Liang Xiaocheng’s menacing gaze—he opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman beside him, wiping her dagger on her nails, teased him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the binoculars, a sissy burst out of the restaurant, clutching his throat, flung himself dramatically, collapsed into the courtyard, twitched a few times, then lay still with legs outstretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two, four, six… wait, someone’s missing? Screw it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, Liang Xiaocheng burst into genuine laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was eager to claim the abundant supplies Zhang Su had brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared someone among Zhang Su’s group hadn’t eaten and was lying in wait for revenge; he feared the dead might rise as zombies…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, he feared many things—but none of them were excuses. He ran nervously into the courtyard, glanced once, and saw several corpses foaming at the mouth, eyes wide open, staring at him—chilling him to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back in my village, someone ate it once—rolled on the ground screaming, died a miserable death!” A big man chimed in, face still haunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he held the initiative—if direct confrontation was impossible, then he’d strike from the shadows!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng carried a vintage-looking pistol at his waist—he’d acquired it from some unknown place—and led his ten men eagerly toward the Wangshan Homestay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With their guns, we’ll truly rule this land—villages around here will have to hand over their grain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his men daydreamed happily about the bright future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grain’s nothing—we’ll grow big and strong, get daily necessities, then trade them for women at other safe zones—ha ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Xiao Hu’s idea is brilliant—soap, underwear, sanitary pads—those sluts would strip naked begging to come with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filled with dreams of a better future, the group arrived at the parking lot outside the Wangshan Homestay courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng walked to the Prado, caressing the hood mournfully; seeing the car felt like seeing his own elder brother—he murmured: “Brother, today I’ve avenged you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, they even locked the car—I’ll just…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng saw a dumb rookie raise a crowbar’s window-smasher to smash the windshield and roared: “If you break a single pane, I’ll smash your skull!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guo Dachao, are you an idiot? This car was Brother’s—do you have no brains?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A companion who’d followed Liang Xiaocheng from the city glared at Dachao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S-sorry…” Dachao mumbled an apology, though inside he was confused—people were dead, so what’s the harm in smashing the car?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s collect the gear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng stood before the car for a moment, then waved his hand and led the group toward the Wangshan Homestay courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t stab them in the head—tie them up, wait for them to turn, then hang them along the downhill path to block zombies—even dead, they’ve got to work for me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Liang Xiaocheng gave orders, he shoved the door open and stepped into the courtyard—his eyelid twitched involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man behind him, noticing Liang Xiaocheng had stopped, asked: “Bro, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said “nothing,” but didn’t move forward—he’d just felt a sudden, intense heart-pounding sensation, strange and unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully scanned every corner, peered closely at every window, stared long at the several foaming corpses on the ground, then drew his vintage pistol—only then did he feel slightly reassured and finally step inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Liang Xiaocheng’s ten men fully entered the courtyard, Zhang Su, hiding behind the second-floor window, gave the order: “Fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The booming shout startled the intruders—but before they could react…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind eight windows, over a dozen figures suddenly appeared, each holding a black gun barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire echoed through the valley, startling flocks of unknown birds from the deep woods; smoke bloomed on the window sills—windows had been kept shut to avoid suspicion, and the gauze screens were shredded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Zhang Su’s orders, everyone fired in semi-automatic bursts; though they had thirty thousand rounds, every bullet was precious—must conserve!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s plan proved flawless: equal numbers, prepared striking unprepared—whether burst or single shots, the outcome was one-sided, no doubt at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiaocheng saw figures flash behind the windows—he was the only one who noticed the guns they carried—but he never got a chance to raise his weapon; a flash of fire, then searing pain in his chest…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As gunfire erupted, the six foaming corpses on the ground suddenly rose, retreating backward while firing at them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire battle lasted an instant—before the echo of gunfire faded, Liang Xiaocheng’s ten men lay dead in pools of blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No thrilling blade combat, no bare-handed bloodshed—true slaughter happened in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Liang Xiaocheng fell, his gaze fixed on the two cooks—he suspected they’d betrayed him—until he saw they, too, were shot; a wave of relief washed over him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is Liang Xiaocheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust settled, Zhang Su’s group entered the courtyard; he approached the corpses and asked Zhang Ya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ya pointed at a corpse with a complex expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su saw Liang Xiaocheng’s face for the first time, recalled Liang Dacheng’s appearance—the two did resemble each other, but Liang Xiaocheng carried more malice and cunning in his brow, less confidence and composure than his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They got here ahead of us—fast legs,” Zheng Xinyu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su scanned the scene, ordered someone to finish off those whose heads hadn’t been shot, then added: “They didn’t go to Shuipu Village—they came straight from Xida Camp. It’s normal they got here faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s northward journey had been winding, filled with delays and incidents—but the gains were immense: dozens of automatic rifles alone were irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, what exactly did these guys do to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Tianji stepped closer, curiously staring at Liang Xiaocheng’s corpse—he knew they were enemies, but not the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night had been too late and too rushed; no one had time to ask. Now that it was over, they wanted to know the full story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This story’s long…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su glanced at the misty sky: “He had a brother named Liang Dacheng. He and two thugs posed as officials from a government safe zone, met us at a gas station. I, Xinyu, Xiaoshan, Bozi, Lao Tan, Lao Yu, Xiao Yu, Zhu, Xiao Chen, Pei Lan—we were all together then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liang Dacheng lied, claiming we had to hand over all supplies from the gas station convenience store to join some fake government safe zone. But his lie collided straight with Zhu’s gun—he was exposed on the spot, flew into a rage, pulled out a toy revolver to threaten us. We ended up killing him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, we met again—at Yihe Auto Repair. Liang Xiaocheng recognized the Prado as his brother’s car. The group of zombie students attacking the repair shop? That was Liang Xiaocheng’s doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone exchanged glances—in this world, people would do anything for supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ya continued: “You know I used to be with Liang Xiaocheng. Brother let one of Liang Dacheng’s thugs go—he returned to the market where we were hiding, spun wild lies, completely misled Liang Xiaocheng…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, just thinking of that guy makes me furious—he lied so smoothly, face not even flushing, total fucking genius!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su recalled the man he’d let go, shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1595,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","93513a283e6fa801cf87a05c45931a8eb66ce7fad1dc45396afed2a7c6f51190","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-171","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-169",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]