[{"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-184":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},2319422,4536,"Chapter 184: Survivors","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>Haranda drove upward until it reached the gate of the safe camp; though no gate had been installed yet, there were barricades blocking the way, spiked strips laid on the ground, and a line of armed men standing behind them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, we’re survivors who escaped from the city—we mean no harm, please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man got out of the car, his face gaunt, hands raised in surrender as he spoke—then he suddenly spotted two vaguely familiar figures, and his expression froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on, why stop talking? No harm, and then what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, Zhang Su stepped out of the Prado, rifle raised, mocking: “What else? You gonna invite us to hot pot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh!” Zheng Xinyu jumped out of the passenger seat, gritting her teeth: “Didn’t think you’d ever face this day when you stole our car, huh? You two idiots!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people present reacted with wildly varied expressions, especially those who had witnessed the whole incident outside Yilei’s shop—their faces slowly lost control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B-Big Brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned his head with difficulty, staring at Zhang Su and the others holding rifles, his face drained of all color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, we had no choice back then—we were desperate! Please spare us, don’t kill us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough nonsense! Tie them up and take them back—tight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Qing stood nearby; hearing Zhang Su’s order, her eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bo said that stuff’s called potassium nitrate, plus sulfur and charcoal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What pleased them was the source of this supply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, got it!” Lu Yubo’s legs wriggled like happy twist knots as he grabbed the items and dashed toward the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu scratched his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parked the car in the lot, Lu Yubo immediately started rummaging—he found plenty of food and drink: over a box of instant noodles, various snacks, but almost no water, barely half a case left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had just returned empty-handed from the Beitaizi Camp, furious with nowhere to vent—then two ready-made targets showed up themselves; it was like fate’s gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Zhao Dezhu kept asking about Beitaizi Camp; when he learned the place was abandoned, he feigned regret but secretly rejoiced—he hadn’t joined today’s mission, so if it failed, there’d be another chance, and next time he’d definitely be included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they really care about that little supply? Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, go help out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stepping out of the passenger seat wore a baseball cap, her face etched with exhaustion, eyes filled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Potassium nitrate!? Perfect…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan stepped out from the crowd, walked through the barricades to the gate’s exterior, and touched the warped hood of Haranda with mixed emotions—she never imagined she’d get it back, like reuniting with an old friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no chance to resist—the man and woman had their hands and feet bound, shoved into the trunk, and dragged to the guesthouse area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rarely saw excitement on Yu Qing’s face; he quickly warned: “Hey, there’s a warehouse at Qingfeng Cottage—keep those things far away, and be extra careful when mixing. Don’t let my brother Zhu become a widower!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Zhu, take your wife and unload the car—we brought back some good stuff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, bro, what are you two talking about? Why curse me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unload everything! Stack it in the warehouse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, Zhang Su walked toward the parking lot—he had other things to do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, their car—no, Sister Er’s car—has a lot of food and drinks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bound man and woman dared not protest, watching helplessly as their collected supplies were taken, faces twisted in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still got time to care about stuff? Come on, tell us what happened—I remember you had four people, how’d you end up just the two of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su dragged them into the Xiao Xingyun guesthouse courtyard, shoved them to the ground, and sat on a stone bench. “Talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man didn’t answer Zhang Su’s question—he asked instead: “Will you kill us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell’s asking questions here—us or you? Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo returned from the warehouse, stepped through the door, heard the man’s stubbornness, and without hesitation cracked him on the head—*thwack*, a crisp sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t! Don’t hit us! We’ll tell you everything—whatever you want to know, we’ll tell you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman pleaded quickly, then added: “After we stole your car, the one shot with the arrow didn’t survive… later, at a supermarket, another teammate got bitten by a zombie… turned…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman recounted their group’s ordeal—no epic tales, no heroic deeds, just endless hardship and helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After your teammate died, you decided to leave the city?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shrugged, his expression utterly indifferent—he believed the supplies in their car were likely bought with the lives of their comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t leave because of our teammate’s death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man rubbed his aching head, hissed, then continued: “North of Qincheng, there’s an organization called the Survivors’ Alliance—it’s gathered survivors within a two- to three-kilometer radius around Leigou Mall. From what I know, there are nearly a hundred of them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nearly a hundred?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo and the others exchanged glances—they’d seen no larger group since leaving the city; the former United Village had barely sixty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’d have thought a hundred-person survivor group had emerged inside the city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve only been out of the city for half a month, and already such a big group formed? Impressive. So why didn’t you join the Survivors’ Alliance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su followed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t even know about the Survivors’ Alliance until we clashed with another group while scavenging. Their squad leader said we couldn’t stay in North City unless Xiao Jie slept with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spoke with resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su glanced at the woman beside him, her head bowed—her face was dirty, her features unremarkable, but her figure was still decent, not emaciated even under these harsh conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently shook his head—in the apocalypse, women’s roles were grim: either train hard to match men’s combat strength, or become emotional commodities for male fighters—playthings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they only did logistics? Their fate was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, those guys are disgusting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai spat in disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only scum bully women.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo also cursed bitterly—he never bullied the weak… women…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are your names?” Zhang Su asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Guo Dachao, she’s my girlfriend, Yang Wenjie.” Guo Dachao, his head swollen from the blow, hurried on as Zhang Su’s tone softened: “Big Brother, stealing your car was our fault—we’ll make it up slowly, don’t kick us out. We’ll do any job, just give us something to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right! I can wash clothes, cook, clean, farm, chop wood, light fires, even kill zombies—I’m not afraid! All the supplies in your car are a gift to you. If… if it’s not enough, we’ll go out and find more. Just please take us in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wenjie quickly knelt straight, eyes pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have no plans to expand our team right now, and you’ve got a criminal record—lock them up for now, we’ll decide later!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, Zhang Su drew his dog-leg knife, slashed the zip ties on their wrists, then added: “Hand over all your weapons. I’ll give you a room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh. Okay, okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing they’d get a room to rest, the two immediately started pulling weapons from their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daggers, knuckle dusters, tactical pens—soon they dumped half a dozen odd items, even two spools of fishing line—Zhang Su was impressed; their personal gear clearly showed they had real skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you use fishing line to kill zombies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su picked up one spool of tough fishing line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dachao shook his head, eyes distant: “I killed a man. If I hadn’t, he would’ve killed Xiao Jie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Go. The corner room. Behave. Someone’ll watch you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pointed, placing them directly in Xiao Xingyun—he lived upstairs, convenient for eavesdropping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother… we, uh… could we get something to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dachao shyly rubbed his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone will bring you food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Zhang Su left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhong Xiaoshan brought them a pack of instant noodles—the very same ones taken from Haranda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dining area, Zhang Su saw Zhong Xiaoshan return and asked: “Did they say anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They said thanks, and that one pack isn’t enough…” Zhong Xiaoshan shrugged with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’d they split it?” Zhang Su asked, eating dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guo Dachao made Yang Wenjie eat first. After that, I didn’t see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan sat down as she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh, kinda gentlemanly—better than those heartless bastards,” Zheng Xinyu said, propping her chin on her finger, eyes rolling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su glanced at Zheng Xinyu, then asked the group: “Do you think those two can be trusted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t sense any malice…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But they did steal our car.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t think my arrow would’ve killed one of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They ran out of options—seems like no bad intentions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opinions were divided on whether to trust them. In this world, trust was precious—no one dared easily believe strangers, especially those with past crimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt conflicted—he didn’t think they deserved death. In fact, the threat from the four who stole their car was less than Beitaizi Camp’s!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dachao’s group stole to survive; Beitaizi Camp’s people fired out of hatred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But simply driving them out felt too lenient—and offered no benefit to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he slammed his fist on the table: “Our camp’s short on laborers. Lock them up for a few days, observe them. If they’re clean, keep them as workers. They’re close—keep them separated. Fear of losing each other will keep them in line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss’s plan is good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Tianji was the first to agree—the camp’s defenses were just step one; many more projects needed manpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen adjusted his glasses and nodded: “The camp must grow—we need more people. Their past mistake was due to opposing sides. I support giving them a chance to redeem themselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1630,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","84f1372a73ea32796ce33b5e37a2a96994d73831884549e75831c293ec61be43","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-185","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-183",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]