[{"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-183":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},2319421,4536,"Chapter 183: Unexpected Harvest","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-183",183,"\u003Cp>Familiarity breeds comfort; when Wang Xin Gui received word again that Zhang Su had come, he was far less nervous than the first time—the previous transaction had gone smoothly, and they’d even agreed to keep doing business regularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, what are you looking to trade this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui warmly greeted Zhang Su at the village entrance, leading his men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su noticed the bandages wrapped around Wang Xin Gui’s neck and shoulders—wounds with healing value couldn’t have come from zombie bites—and frowned. “Had a clash?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those bastards from Beita Ziying—damn it! A few days ago, I took my guys to Xinggezhuang to scavenge, and we ran into Beita Ziying’s crew. Lost one of my brothers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui’s voice brimmed with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s group exchanged silent glances—this clash hadn’t been meant to escalate so badly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I’m heading to Beita Ziying anyway. Come guide me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved to Wang Xin Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, let us come with you! Damn it, I want revenge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui scratched his head, muttering, “That doesn’t make sense… they lived right here—I’ve seen them myself with my men! Big Brother, I swear I’m not lying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun scaled a wall with ease, glanced into the courtyard, and his face twisted in shock—he nearly tumbled off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love the smell of burning firewood, so I’m especially sensitive—I’m certain someone burned firewood in this village recently!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su hesitated a moment, then thought: Wang Xin Gui would find out sooner or later. “Today, someone from Beita Ziying sneaked into our camp to spy. Sitting idle won’t help—better to strike first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Big Brother, I’ll guide you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the courtyards are for locking up zombies, where are the people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no,” Zhang Su shook his head vigorously. “Quality over quantity—one guide is enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui stepped forward, then paused. “Big Brother, why the sudden grudge against Beita Ziying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, they’re all zombies—dozens of them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Those bastards ambushed us—we’ve got to kill them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui’s expression tightened—he saw Zhang Su’s group as untouchable tigers, yet they were going straight to Beita Ziying’s door?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These bastards have balls! Let’s teach them a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the people of Lianhe Village heard Zhang Su was heading to Beita Ziying, their spirits instantly lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu sniffed the air. “There’s the smell of rural wood-fired stoves—I can smell it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t waste time—he left Lianhe Village with Wang Xin Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under Wang Xin Gui’s guidance, the two vehicles twisted and turned until they reached a village—but the sight before Zhang Su made him frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su turned to Zheng Xinyu, curious. “Hey, when did you turn into a bloodhound? Did Lucky possess you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sniff… sniff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village streets were empty, but that didn’t mean there were no zombies—his sharp hearing clearly picked up countless low moans coming from inside farm courtyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu spoke with certainty, scanning the area—but saw no lingering smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Beita Ziying’s people are living here with the zombies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai asked, incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su suddenly recalled the girl from the glass factory who carried her zombie daughter—and realized Beita Ziying’s people were likely hiding in one of these courtyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many courtyards full of zombies as cover, outsiders would be fooled instantly, while Beita Ziying’s own men knew which courtyards were safe—no disruption at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow me—I’ll drag them out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Zhang Su marched down the street, rifle in hand, ears straining for sounds from the courtyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beita Ziying’s layout was well-planned: streets ran straight and level, courtyards with new buildings had high walls, while those without funds still had old earthen walls—inside views were clear at a glance, no need for further probing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One row, two rows, three rows—soon, Zhang Su stopped in the middle of the fourth row of courtyards. Before him stood a large iron gate, faded Spring Festival couplets still clinging to it, wide enough—three meters—for regular vehicles to pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other courtyards holding zombies, this one was utterly silent—no sound at all—and tire tracks and footprints marred the sloped path leading up to the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su signaled to the group, then pointed to a small outdoor toilet beside the courtyard—clearly telling Pang Dakun to check it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Dakun didn’t hesitate—he tiptoed up the wall in seconds, silent as a shadow, glanced inside, then nodded to Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to push open the iron gate, the rollers groaned loudly—Zhang Su instantly froze. The group followed Pang Dakun’s example, climbing over the toilet wall into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, they’ve fled!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu rushed straight to the kitchen—the charcoal in the stove was still warm, clearly someone had cooked here not long ago!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su picked up a charred stick, examined it, then tossed it aside, one hand on his hip. “Beita Ziying has a genius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A genius? How so, Big Brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The kid brought back word—their boss must’ve guessed we’d come. He evacuated immediately—swift, smart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pulled out a cigarette and lit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good, right, Big Brother? Means they don’t want to fight us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu tilted her head—post-apocalypse life was hard enough fighting zombies; she didn’t want to fight people too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su bluntly crushed Zheng Xinyu’s naive hope. “If they didn’t want conflict, why send someone to spy on our camp? Peace would’ve been easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother’s right—that bastard had no good intentions!” Lu Yubo nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what now? They’re gone—how do we find them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu realized her idea had been overly idealistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shrugged. “We know too little about them… Gui Zi, do you know any other Beita Ziying outposts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui shook his head helplessly—he now saw Beita Ziying as a formidable enemy, and wished desperately Zhang Su could crush them… but they’d missed them again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are so many nearby villages—they could hide anywhere. Hard to track.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai clicked his tongue. Times had changed—finding people now meant dodging zombies too. One misstep, and you’d be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t come all this way empty-handed. Search the place—they left in a hurry, might’ve left something behind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su tightened his rifle strap and signaled everyone to search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they found two more empty courtyards—same story: abandoned, but littered with clear signs of recent habitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“KNO… potassium stearate? What the hell is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a small storage shed, Lu Yubo held a sack of flour and spotted a white bag in the corner—the obscure label made him abandon the idea of taking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Potassium stearate? You idiot—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, rummaging nearby, heard Lu Yubo’s mutter and rushed over—his eyes locked onto the bag: “That’s ‘xiao’—potassium nitrate. Didn’t you hear Xiao Yu talk about it every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—this is what Xiao Yu said was used to make bombs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo stared at the plain white bag in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, go, you’re in the way—I’ll handle this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space was too cramped for two people—after shooing Lu Yubo away, Zhang Su found more sulfur and high-quality charcoal in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were vital supplies—Yu Qing had repeatedly urged them to secure some. Finally, they’d gotten them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group loaded the items onto the vehicles. Qi Xiaoshuai suggested searching nearby for Beita Ziying’s trail—but Zhang Su rejected it. Random movement invited disaster; if they were to investigate, it had to be covert!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they hadn’t returned empty-handed, the ride back was silent—hidden enemies gnawed at their nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xin Gui was wise—he asked not a word about Zhang Su’s camp. If Zhang Su had wanted him to know, he’d have told him. Since he hadn’t, better not ask—avoid unnecessary trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dropping Wang Xin Gui off at Lianhe Village, Zhang Su’s group took a detour back to Tianmayu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Su hadn’t expected this: as their two vehicles turned from the highway onto the dirt road leading to the mountain base, they spotted another car parked at the foot of the hill—clearly trying to climb up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, today’s really busy—morning brought the kid, now another car in the afternoon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai gripped his rifle, staring at the black car’s rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That car…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su slowed down. Others couldn’t tell, but his vision was sharp—he clearly saw the vehicle ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the car ahead moved—beginning its slow climb up the mountain. Clear intent: to investigate the hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, that car—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu noticed too, pointing at the car now climbing the hill. “Isn’t that Xiao Shan’s car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh…” Zhang Su sneered. “He refuses the path to heaven, walks straight into hell. Interesting. Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai stared blankly between Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu, lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… you’ll find out soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu wore a mischievous grin—she never expected the stolen car would drive itself back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, Big Brother—I think I recognize that car ahead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the radio, Lu Yubo’s voice crackled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right. Let’s cut them off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su replied, stomped the accelerator—the engine roared as they sped toward the mountain base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Prado caught up to the sluggish Halandra. The poor car’s rear windshield was gone, replaced by tape, cardboard, and plastic sheeting; its doors dented, rear fenders scarred, front bumper vanished—clearly endured hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1541,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c141c372c20cfa01b977744c0f5c6f61d44ca4c9cc6e9beaf11003621a88ee92","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-184","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-182",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]