[{"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-180":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},2319418,4536,"Chapter 180: Turn Their Own Scheme Against Them","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-180",180,"\u003Cp>Fuck, where the hell did this unlucky kid come from!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yu bo couldn’t help but complain upon seeing the boy in funeral attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su furrowed his brows slightly and said, “Step over here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the two shuffled up, Zhang Su asked, “When did you arrive? What were you doing hiding in the store?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire winked and grinned, “We’ve been here a long time—rummaging for food, what’s it to you? You think only you get to come, not us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, you’re really bold, you looking to die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun’s eyebrows shot up; he jammed his rifle barrel straight against the boy’s forehead. In the village, he was the kid king—every kid called him Brother Kun—and seeing someone even more arrogant than him, he naturally wanted to teach him a lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop causing trouble, thief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand, telling Pang Dakun to step aside, then asked, “Where are you from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ever heard of Beita Ziying? Obviously you’re not local—telling you’d be a waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun’s face twisted in disgust; he kicked out hard, crashing his foot into the boy’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft, then we’ll just sit here and wait for you to leave. You’ll have to go eventually—once you’re gone, we’ll take what we want. Got the guts to guard this place forever?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beita Ziying.” Zhang Su muttered, then suddenly pointed at the mobile phone shop: “What’s your connection to the dead over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing to kill was a flicker of conscience; refusing to help was rational restraint. Intuition told Zhang Su these two brats weren’t telling the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve met tough kids, but never ones this brazenly deceitful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other boy copied him, dropping to his knees, bowing, and sobbing, tears and snot streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire stopped crying, tugged his companion’s sleeve, stood up, walked a few steps to the side—two storefronts away—and plopped down on the ground again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are piles of grain in the village—how could you possibly have nothing to eat? Trying to trick us? Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense? I’ll be sixteen after the New Year—how am I a little ghost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t want to waste more time; he left Qi Xiaoshuai by the vehicle to keep the two boys from causing trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you leaving or not? If not, I’ll cripple both of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su chuckled, glancing at Pang Dakun: “Aren’t you just like him back then—same smug little bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, we’re starving—let us find something to eat. Everyone in our village is nearly dead—we had no choice but to come out. Have pity on us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the boy’s brazen insolence, Zhang Su asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su remembered the brats who used to sneak things from his convenience store; his temper flared, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su made as if to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the boy about to argue, Zhang Su waved his hand: “I don’t care if you scavenge for supplies—but all these zombies in these shops were killed by us. You can’t take anything from here. If you want supplies, clear the way ahead yourselves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, shark arm.” Lu Yu bo couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire acted like a cocky prick, nose in the air, eyes sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy emerging from the tableware rental shop shook his head blankly: “Bodies are everywhere on the street—what’s so strange about dead people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire was stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing things turn bad, the boy didn’t resist—he stood still, glaring at Pang Dakun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su and the others exchanged glances. Killing them? Unjustifiable. Letting them go? Annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai gave a strange smirk. The entire Qing County had fewer than a thousand survivors combined—how could one village have so many?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not leaving. We haven’t found food yet. We’re not leaving. You do your thing, we do ours. This town’s huge—you can’t carry it all away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t make this harder than it is. Just go!” Zhang Su didn’t bother elaborating—he had work to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out his worries were unnecessary. The two boys sat by the roadside playing cards with paper squares, completely ignoring Qi Xiaoshuai with his rifle beside them—even treating him like a free bodyguard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh shit, fuck your dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire looked down his nose, speaking haughtily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in funeral robes, face streaked with tears—he looked utterly bizarre. If seen at night, Zhao Dezhu would’ve been half-dead with fright!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand still!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, kid, is your village Beita Ziying? Did they send just you two to scavenge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stared at the two boys for a moment and said, “Just the two of you came out to scavenge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire looked obedient but clearly resented it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was caught off guard and got kicked straight onto his back. He scrambled up, ready to fight Pang Dakun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck it, no more messing around—let’s get to work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thousand people? More like a thousand ghosts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, the boy who’d been so cocky a moment ago dropped to his knees, face twisted in tears, begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, the two of them sat down heavily on the roadside, blew their noses, and spat the mucus onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” The boy in funeral attire frowned, following Zhang Su’s finger: “Dead people over there? I didn’t know. Xiao Hu, did you see any corpses over there before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What joke? Our village has a thousand people—adults are hauling supplies back from Qing County and Qincheng. We’re just out playing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over two hours passed. Zhang Su’s group finished their work, loaded two trucks with supplies. The two boys had sat by the roadside baking in the sun for two hours—their snot had hardened into crusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su finally understood: today, he either killed them or they’d take something from the town. After cooling off, he decided—fine, let them take a little. The town’s huge; how much could two kids carry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got in the driver’s seat, watching the boy stretch and yawn as he stood up, and asked, “Brat, how do I get to Beita Ziying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to cause trouble in our village? I won’t tell you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy in funeral attire stuck his neck out defiantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head, started the car, and drove back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as the two vehicles left Ni Quanzi Town’s main street, the two boys sprinted out of the shops, leapt onto their electric scooters, and chased after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su drove toward Tianmayu. Just after rounding a bend, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two little bastards trying to outsmart me? Damn good actors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong, Su-ge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look back. Thought they were hiding well? Fuck, the road’s empty—anyone can see them from a mile off. Total idiots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su kept driving forward, showing no sign of stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Su-ge, they’re hiding pretty well—should I pretend I didn’t see them? But why the hell are they following us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai scratched his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Several possibilities. Hard to say what they’re up to.” Zhang Su shook his head, smirking darkly. “But we can have some fun with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the walkie-talkie and told Lu Yu bo: “Bozai, those two brats are tailing us. Don’t turn back—keep going straight with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Heh, got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yu bo put down the walkie-talkie and spotted the sneaky figures in his rearview mirror—far away. If Zhang Su hadn’t warned him, he’d never have noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the cars reached the fork leading to Tianmayu. Neither vehicle slowed or turned—they kept going straight. To keep the electric scooters from losing them, Zhang Su deliberately slowed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zirazira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walkie-talkie crackled with static, then Tan Huajun’s voice came through: “Su-ge, I saw two vehicles heading south on the monitor—is that you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Tianji had installed a surveillance camera covering the highway. It was too far to see details, just vague shapes—but better than nothing, gave them some idea of road activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su picked up the walkie-talkie: “Yes, it’s us. Don’t worry about us—we’re just circling around. You guys keep working.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t tell Tianmayu’s team the full situation, and kept driving slowly forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at slow speed, several kilometers didn’t take long. Soon, the cars arrived at Beidong Town—the place previously raided by the United Villages. To ensure the brats didn’t lose them, Zhang Su pulled over by the roadside to urinate, then turned smoothly into the United Villages’ gathering area, familiar as home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sentry hiding by the road had spotted the Prado and the minivan that once belonged to their own village. Seeing the God of Death approaching, he immediately alerted the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My god… how’d they get here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xingui, the newly appointed leader of the United Villages, hurried out with his men to meet them at the village entrance. Seeing the Prado slowly approach, he beamed: “Brothers, good afternoon! Have you eaten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought I didn’t see you on the street—turns out you’re all hiding in the village. Why not stick to robbing roads anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su parked by the roadside, jumped out laughing, casually slung his assault rifle over his shoulder, and reached into his pocket for cigarettes to pass around—when the other side beat him to it, offering cigarettes first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, smoke mine. These are definitely safe—I’ll light one for you to check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xingui casually pulled one out, lit it, took two deep puffs to prove it was fine, then smiled apologetically: “We’re law-abiding folk now. We don’t do that stuff anymore. We follow your advice—grow vegetables, raise livestock. Much better, heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Growing and raising livestock’s enough to eat, heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were telling the truth—but it sounded forced. What could they do? He’d killed over a dozen men in one motion—his reputation was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—what’s your name again?” Zhang Su took a drag, slightly embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d personally chosen this man to lead the group back then—now he’d forgotten his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang, Wang Xingui. Brother, call me Xiao Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xingui, in his early twenties, smiled politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be nervous. I’m here just to check how you’re doing—and ask you a few questions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su leaned against the car hood, relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xingui paused slightly at Zhang Su’s words, gestured politely: “Brother, come inside, have some tea, we can talk slowly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Zhang Su shook his head. “Earlier, in Ni Quanzi Town, a group mistook us for you people and opened fire without a word. Any idea who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Opened fire without warning? Fuck, who the hell dared shoot at you? Are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xingui looked shocked. He feared Zhang Su’s team—but didn’t hate him. Deep down, he even felt grateful, because without Zhang Su, he’d never have become leader of the United Villages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head, smirked: “Do you think we’d be in trouble? But I want to know—who hates you so much they’re framing me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…” Wang Xingui frowned, thought, then said: “If it’s someone who shoots on sight… and it happened in Ni Quanzi Town… it can only be the people from Beita Ziying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"North Tower Camp?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su heard this familiar name and exchanged a knowing glance with the men beside him; all his doubts vanished. He hadn’t expected these two brats to be so cunning, blending truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, North Tower Camp is the largest village under Ox Circle Town. After the disaster, all the survivors nearby gathered there. They came to our Beidong Town to loot, and we killed three of them. Later, we went north to seize grain and lost two brothers, but we killed one of theirs too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin explained briefly the grudge between them and North Tower Camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, don’t you have enough food?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We didn’t provoke them—they struck first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin’s lips curled with a cruel sneer. He dared not challenge Zhang Su’s group, but he still had the strength to stand against North Tower Camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2003,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3511a6c31bfbb3e23f9c5d83d35bcf1dc735c5583069adadc24b21ba37472951","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-181","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-179",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]