[{"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-651":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},2319889,4536,"Chapter 651: Night Raid","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-651",651,"\u003Cp>\"Just now, coming up from the village, I heard they said the King of Hell ordered double shifts—worried about a zombie horde attacking tonight. The defense is really well organized!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a second-floor guest room at Qingfeng Xiaozhu, one man from Longtou Camp spoke; the only rooms left on Tianma Yu for hosting guests were those at Qingfeng Xiaozhu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it’ll also help guard against us… Shen Ge, what do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Linrui stared blankly, snapped back to awareness at the sound of his name, and after understanding what they were discussing, said: \"Don’t overthink it. Put yourself in their shoes—if five people from Tianma Yu came to Longtou Camp begging for help, how would Longtou respond?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, they definitely wouldn’t get a place this nice—probably stuck sleeping in a warehouse. Hey, have you heard? Everyone’s been talking about the explosion. Some say it was a nuclear weapon, others say an ICBM. What do you think happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course you gotta ask me! Let me cast a divination and see the fortune.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man who looked simple-minded pulled several copper coins from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Linrui and the other three all sneered—they clearly weren’t impressed by such mystical nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortune-teller paid no mind to their glances, gripped the coins, shook them, and after a clinking rattle, tossed them onto the ground. He picked them up one by one, muttering: \"Initial Nine, Nine Two, Six Three, Six Four, Six Five, Top Nine… Mountain and Marsh: Loss…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you reciting the multiplication table? What the hell are you saying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This hexagram… means loss, damage—but also gain. Loss within gain… hmm… you should face gain and loss with calmness; an active attitude can turn things around, even turn misfortune into fortune. When working with others, cooperate—it can contain the image of loss. Emphasize integrity and effort. That’s about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, the fortune-teller shrugged helplessly at four pairs of confused eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck that. Sleep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One companion, utterly speechless, flopped down immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Loss… gain within loss… turning misfortune into fortune… cooperation, integrity.\" Shen Linrui didn’t dismiss the divination like the others—he muttered the words as he lay down, his mind swirling with thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the shockwave, Zhang Su feared escaped zombies might wander nearby, so he reinforced perimeter defenses. By sheer coincidence, not a single zombie showed up—unnervingly quiet, so quiet that the sentries nearly fell asleep on duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From dusk till late night, many hadn’t even eaten dinner. Exhausted, those not on night watch slept soundly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su dreamed—and it was a good dream. He hadn’t had a good dream in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dream, Tianma Yu had grown into a vast city-state, radiating at least seven or eight kilometers from the Tianma Yu scenic area, its walls towering, artillery emplacements everywhere, high-voltage electric fences along the ramparts, rows of heavy machine gun towers, and steel gates a full foot thick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the city, vast farmlands stretched out, some transformed into factories, schools, hospitals, amusement parks, karaoke bars…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, eating, drinking, toileting, entertainment, education, healthcare—all present. In area, it rivaled the old Qin City district, yet without skyscrapers, forming an entirely new aesthetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter had passed; the sun blazed warm. People walked the streets in spring and summer clothes, every face glowing with happiness. Children darted and played safely on car-free roads. From the martial training grounds came constant shouts of \"Hah! Hah!\" Though clearly not the old city, it was undeniably a paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Woof! Woof…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had just dreamed of arriving at Soul-Crushing Street, stepping into a massage parlor, lying face-down on a spa bed ready for a Thai oil massage—when he heard vicious barking from the street. He jolted awake—the barking still rang in his ears!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullshit dream. The dog’s bark was real! \"Aowu, wu… wu…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furious barking sank into a low growl—the prelude to hostility. \"Fuck, it’s freezing… what the hell’s going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s heart tightened. He shot out of bed, glanced at the clock—4:30! His old window had been replaced with plywood; without opening it, you couldn’t see outside. Even blackout curtains were unnecessary…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the bolt, swung open the wood panel—a blast of cold air swept in, making him shiver. He looked out: sure enough, something was wrong. Do Yun stood tensely dozens of meters away on the mountain path, facing the rocky slope, his claws scraping the concrete with a sharp, grating sound as he shifted his weight—clearly straining with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the angle, Zhang Su couldn’t see what was on the other side—but it didn’t matter. He’d see soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do Yun moved—not advancing, but defending against an unseen threat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gray figure darted out from behind cover, lunging straight at Do Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was stunned. Before he could think, Do Yun was already locked in combat with the unknown creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aowu, wu, woof, waff…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Squeak, jiji, squeak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange cries intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head, startled. Where the hell had this rat come from? And one that could match Do Yun in combat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought flashed through his mind—but he snapped back to the scene. He turned to grab his gun, then instantly realized: a gun was useless! Do Yun was locked in a blur with the tiny thing. Even Tan Huajun couldn’t help here—not with precision, but with supercomputer-level reaction speed. In the split second between bullet leaving the barrel and hitting the target, Do Yun and the rat-like creature would shift positions dozens of times!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quick, help Do Yun!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su couldn’t let Do Yun fight alone. He threw on his clothes, spotted someone running toward the fight, and shouted: \"Old Pan, get back! Don’t get close!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patrolman Pan Guoliang heard the commotion and ran over, shining his flashlight into the chaos. A tangled ball of fur flew through the air—he had no idea what was happening, thought Do Yun was having a rabies fit. Hearing Zhang Su’s shout, he dove behind the wall of Cuileng Xuan. The King of Hell’s warning couldn’t be ignored! The fight between Do Yun and the rat was fierce—claws swiped, teeth bit, hips slammed, tails whipped—every body part was used. The rat wasn’t backing down either, darting and dodging with agility, unafraid, even landing quick bites on Do Yun. But its attacks couldn’t pierce Do Yun’s thick double coat—just plucked at tufts, one tuft, then another…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dog hair fluttered through the air. The flashlight beam caught it, forming a glowing haze—making the scene even harder to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Husband, what’s going on? What’s that noise outside?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion woke Zhong Xiaoshan, who had just returned from her shift and was fast asleep. She blinked sleepily at Zhang Su, ears still filled with the strange sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do Yun’s fighting something. I’m going to check it out. You rest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su yanked on his gear, grabbed his blade, and burst out the door. He wasn’t sure he could help—but he had to try something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a shadow flashed atop the Maple Leaf Guesthouse wall. Ju Wuying crouched on the parapet, wielding a long dagger, then leapt down and sprinted toward the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1198,"2026-06-20T15:15:17.100Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","62d422574927686f83d070de47c11fe2b3ec18bae474531aaa5b0dd821b73eb8","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-652","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-650",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]