[{"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-620":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},2319858,4536,"Chapter 620: A Man","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-620",620,"\u003Cp>“Big brother, spare our lives! We’re just hostages, don’t kill us, big brother, spare our lives!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spare our lives…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please spare our lives…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zhang Su issued his threats, the hostages knelt down first to beg for mercy; several women pleaded desperately, and two teenagers, aged thirteen or fourteen, followed suit, banging their heads against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su remained unmoved, ignoring the women and children’s pleas, his gaze locked tightly on the few men in the group holding guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through brief observation, he could confirm that not all of them were combatants—only about nine had received systematic training, meaning they were official fighters of the Dragon Head Camp; the rest had some skill but not enough—they were likely logistics personnel with minimal self-defense capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People come and go for profit—if there’s benefit in the Dragon Head Camp, we naturally stay; if there’s danger, why can’t we leave? You stand on a moral high ground to condemn us—what right do you have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man spoke with righteous indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck your bullshit—what right do we have? We’re willing to fight to the death for our brothers—that’s our right. You’re a bunch of cowards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Zhao Dechu finished speaking, another gunshot rang out—this time not from Zhang Su, but from Tan Huajun! The man’s eyes instantly glazed over; his gun hand rose barely twenty degrees before dropping limp, his body crashing to the ground with a thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Gui!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Head deserters, seeing their brother Gui’s corpse, turned to the shooter in terror—what kind of demons were these? Even a fat woman, barely a kitchen helper in the Dragon Head Camp, had shot him cleanly through the forehead with a single, effortless shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The King of Hell orders you to drop your weapons! Can’t you hear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat sister’s voice boomed with authority, amplified by her earlier thunderous strike—she was terrifyingly intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clearly remembered Zhang Su’s instructions: shoot if anyone showed the slightest sign of threat. She’d felt uneasy watching the man wave his weapon around, so she fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ke Zhiyu and Zhou Haotian, the two temporary members, looked at Tan Huajun with the same stunned disbelief as the Dragon Head deserters. In daily training, the fat sister had always been below average—yet now they saw she was a deadly shot! When Tan Huajun shouted “King of Hell,” the Dragon Head deserters visibly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That fat guy just said… King of Hell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I heard it too. Fuck, we’re so unlucky—how the hell did we run into the King of Hell?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plan C!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In rapid silent communication, someone gently placed their weapon on the railway tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We surrender! I surrender!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, we surrender!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, everyone laid their weapons on the ground—light submachine guns, pistols, and hunting rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With weapons surrendered, the atmosphere eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su remained expressionless, but had heard every word. He had many questions—he waved to the Dragon Head deserters: “Drop all your bags, take ten steps forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Head deserters obeyed instantly, stripping off their backpacks and leaving them behind, then marching forward with the hostages—though they left behind two still-warm corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From your reactions just now, it seems you’ve heard of the King of Hell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su cut straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only just learned today that the camp in the Shanhai Zone was called Dragon Head—he’d only known there was a large survivor camp there. Why did these Dragon Head people know about him? This needed clarification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I can speak, can I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, small man raised his hand, wearing a fearful, fawning smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su recognized him at once—it was the same man who had proposed Plan C. From their tone during the discussion, this skinny guy clearly had some authority—perhaps he was their real leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They all call me Skinny Monkey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Skinny Monkey, speak!” “Uh, uh, a few days ago, the recon squad brothers brought back word from the camp: between Qing County’s Niuziquan Town and Beidong Town, there’s a King of Hell. They didn’t know if it was a slogan, a faction name, or someone’s nickname—but they said the King of Hell was terrifying, handling tens of thousands of zombies without breaking a sweat. And…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Skinny Monkey paused strategically, his eyes darting as he observed the situation, buying time to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Continue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su urged calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And they said the King of Hell possesses the ability to create massive explosions—a kind of horrifying blast that can instantly vaporize things dozens of meters wide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skinny Monkey exaggerated his gestures as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, someone was spying on us during our fight with the horde!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Lue immediately realized—he’d been one of the spectators himself, standing atop Tianmayu Mountain, watching the distant grape explosion and breaking out in goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Wu’s right, Brother Su—those bastards were dangerously close. They even saw the grape explosion. Could they have lured the horde toward the camp?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dachao’s expression turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head: “Don’t falsely accuse anyone. Those hordes have been lingering nearby—we knew that. It has nothing to do with Dragon Head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hundred-thousand-strong horde that attacked Qincheng was likely Dragon Head’s doing, but the zombies in Qing County had come south from the Qinglong Military Unit long ago—no need to smear them with that filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, wasn’t that guy who brought marten pelts to the Qinglong Military Unit for trade also from Dragon Head? Fuck, those bastards have been secretly watching us all along—it’s annoying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu scowled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the spies, there had been four separate incidents—Qi Xiaoshuai had nearly been killed—and that didn’t count the ones they hadn’t noticed. Zhang Su felt a surge of anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A man’s name, a tree’s shadow—once you’re famous, you see how they stop resisting the moment they hear ‘King of Hell’!” Zheng Xinyu sensed Zhang Su’s anger and quickly spoke to soothe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sighed, then turned to the others: “Recon squad, right? Now—where is this recon squad of yours?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skinny Monkey shrugged and spread his hands: “The camp? Outside the pass, zombies keep streaming in, numbers growing daily—we have no time to send patrols out. The King of Hell, the Dragon Head Camp has no ill will toward your territory—we only came to investigate missing members and to establish contact with more factions. If not for the zombies’ recent surge in strength, we’d have already met you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have no ill intent either. Look, we’ve killed, we’ve vented our anger… Of course, it’s their fault for speaking carelessly—you’re not wrong. We’re rushing to Tang City. Treat us like a fart and let us go, alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why Tang City?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su ignored his words entirely, asking only what he wanted to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skinny Monkey squirmed, feigning reluctant submission: “In Tang City, there’s the Zhengdao Society—they must’ve contacted you too? Their community is huge, with a fully secure settlement housing over ten thousand people—more survivors than all of Qincheng combined. We plan to join them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wasn’t it three or four thousand? Now it’s ten thousand? Are you blowing up a balloon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yu clearly remembered the broadcast’s original report on Zhengdao Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right—Zhengdao Society only had four thousand. Brother Zhang, these bastards are lying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Haotian suddenly spoke. Seeing confused looks, he quickly explained: “When Zhengdao Society sent people to Lègòu Mall, I met them…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, Liao Youzhi had been negotiating with Zhengdao Society’s people; Zhou Haotian had just loitered nearby and overheard plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether they’re three thousand, five thousand, or ten thousand—it doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand. Zhengdao Society’s numbers weren’t important—he didn’t care what they claimed. He was curious why Zhengdao Society hadn’t come to him: “When did Zhengdao Society go to Shanhai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? No, misunderstanding—they never went to Shanhai. We heard about them from the broadcast.” Skinny Monkey smiled nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded in understanding. So Zhengdao Society had only gone to Lègòu Mall, gathered what they needed, and left. He told Skinny Monkey and his group: “Drop everything you have—including weapons—and you may leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Skinny Monkey’s face fell: “No, no, Brother King of Hell, have mercy! From here to Tang City is still two hundred kilometers—you see how we are—this is practically killing us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bullshit us—along the railway, it’s at most a hundred and thirty kilometers from here to Tang City. Where the hell did you get two hundred? Brother Su, this bastard’s lying—suggest we kill him now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Guoliang exposed Skinny Monkey’s lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1420,"2026-06-20T15:15:17.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","744bcda9b7c9b9d8dcc9fae41512cb3f45983d3767b58494b4576526984726c2","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-621","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-619",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]