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(Request Subscription)","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Zhang Su and the others moved the living room furniture to one side, clearing a spacious area, then began guiding the group through targeted training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three women’s training focused primarily on stamina and strength, with combat techniques accounting for only twenty percent, since their foundations were weak—they lacked sufficient agility and power to fully unleash weapon effectiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo had a decent base, with a balanced ratio between foundational training and combat techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su himself wouldn’t idle either; pressured by survival, he slightly increased the intensity of his own training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Zhang Su repeatedly slipped away from the group’s sight under various pretexts, but no subtitle ever appeared—whether he hadn’t met the challenge’s standard or had completed it too quickly, he remained puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps and grunts mixed with corrections on form as night gradually fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared slack off; even Tan Huajun, whom Zhang Su trusted the least, stubbornly completed every exercise under the watchful eyes of Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her curls, soaked in sweat, clung to her scalp and temples, making her look disheveled—but no one mocked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was strengthening themselves for survival in the apocalypse!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh… I wish I could take a shower!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim room, only a cellphone’s cracked screen glowed faintly, illuminating the space; Zheng Xinyu pouted, complaining that even after wiping her sweaty body with a damp cloth, she still felt uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather go hungry another day just to take a shower!” Zheng Xinyu added, emphasizing her longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We could’ve showered today…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshan hugged her knees, gazing wistfully toward the gas station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the sudden appearance of the GL8 disrupting the schedule, they could’ve found a way to wash up inside the convenience store—surely not a full shower, but heating more water to wipe down with a towel would’ve been far better than cold damp cloths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be glad the temperature’s low—if this were summer, it’d be a hundred times worse; your butt crack could rot with mold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su paid no attention to such remarks—he knew this wasn’t the time for comforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eeeew! Don’t say something so disgusting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s vivid analogy made Zheng Xinyu feel uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo stared at Zhang Su with a strange look, as if asking: Brother Su, have you ever had mold grow on you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder how Brother Wang is doing now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, Tan Huajun suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, she’d only worried about her daughter and father; now that she knew they’d left with the self-rescue team, she felt reassured—and naturally began thinking of Wang Guangjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Old Tan, I told you you liked Old Wang, and you kept denying it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu elbowed Zhang Su. “Come on, in this broken world, finding a reliable man is normal! Uncle Wang treats Sister Tan well—why tease her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough... I wasn't teasing, I'm just glad my judgment was correct! By the way, what's with this mess of family ranks? One minute you're 'uncle,' the next you're 'sister'—isn't that confusing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well,” Zheng Xinyu’s eyes darted. “We just go by who we’re talking to, hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guess Old Wang’s hiding somewhere, resting up—getting to the Environmental College won’t be easy!” Zhang Su didn’t press the girl further, answering Tan Huajun seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea that Wang Guangjun had already reached the Environmental College and now lay motionless atop the Tai Shan stone at the school gate, surrounded by at least a hundred zombies drifting nearby!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the day’s exertions and afternoon training, Zhang Su’s group was exhausted; they went to bed before nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the self-rescue team carried limited weight, so Tan Huajun’s bedding hadn’t been taken—allowing them to sleep comfortably on beds instead of lying on the floor in their clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Tan Huajun’s home had only two beds, the men shared one, the women the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite exhaustion, Zhang Su assigned night watches, dividing the five into shifts; the relief was immediate, reinforcing his understanding of the importance of expanding the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since leaving Sheng Qin Home in the morning, they’d endured countless trials, their mental and physical limits constantly tested—especially Zhang Su, as the decision-maker, who felt the fatigue most acutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After setting his watch’s alarm, Zhang Su fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, ignoring Lu Yubo’s mumbled mutterings beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Zhang Su dreamed: he was organizing inventory in his convenience store, with Wu Lue and Zhao Xue working beside him; sunlight streamed through the glass display windows, warm and gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the peace didn’t last—suddenly, the ceiling tiles crashed down, striking his head with a loud thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su felt a hand slap his head—he jolted awake. Pitch black. Just as he thought it was a dream, Zheng Xinyu cried urgently: “Brother Su, someone’s here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had she spoken than—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding. Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pounding on the door echoed violently through the silent night, jarring the nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>??!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—Zhang Su flung off the covers and leapt up, snatching the dog-leg sword with its sheath from under his pillow, then kicked the snoring Lu Yubo beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s breaking in—grab your weapons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo’s hair stood on end; he bent down, fished out a food sampling device from under the bed, his eyes instantly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su steadied himself and immediately heard muffled footsteps outside—their rhythm quickened his heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding. Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pounding continued, mixed with low curses—apparently complaining about the sturdy lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhong Xiaoshan and Tan Huajun in the opposite bedroom also rose, still in their thermal wear, gripping their weapons tightly; even in darkness, their tense eyes were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bo, hide in the opposite bedroom. Xin Yu, go to the bathroom. Xiaoshan, take the kitchen. When I say ‘really good,’ strike!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Zhang Su added: “Kill them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hesitated over merely subduing the intruders—but then realized: anyone who smashed in the door wasn’t here for negotiation. No mercy needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group’s expressions hardened; they all nodded: “Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, the three moved like ghosts through the house, quickly reaching their positions, weapons ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Tan, when they come in, you go out to distract them. Don’t worry—they won’t be wary of you. I’ll be right behind you, no danger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su told Tan Huajun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Me? Okay… okay…” Tan Huajun understood his reasoning—she’d spent years in service, always smiling and welcoming; she naturally exuded approachability, making others lower their guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another loud crash—then several beams of light flooded the living room. The front door had finally been broken open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time to get up and pee, hurry up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man’s voice echoed through the room, accompanied by heavy footsteps thudding on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Wu, this doesn’t seem like anyone’s home—did we get the floor wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nah, we broke our backs getting this lock open…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could they have already left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no response, three voices voiced their doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you blind? Look over there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Wu shone his flashlight into the corner—several bags appeared in view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! They’re really here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like we didn’t mess up—this’ll be a good haul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bulging full—must be plenty inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B, Brother, what… what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a timid voice came from the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intruders fell silent; their flashlights swung toward the bedroom, revealing a plump figure in pajamas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Isn’t this the fat lady from the gas station?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Wu waved at Tan Huajun, smiling. “Fat Lady, where are the others who came back with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Others? Oh, they… they left. They’re gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun stammered, appearing extremely fearful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk—those guys are heartless, leaving you here alone. That’s a death sentence! Luckily we came to save you, Fat Lady. Grab everything you’ve got and come with us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Wu swept his flashlight around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden in other rooms, the others sensed the shifting light patterns, ears straining for Zhang Su’s command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A? N-nothing’s left—all taken by the self-rescue team. Are you… the self-rescue team?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun feigned panic but was calculating, probing for information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft! Self-rescue team? They’re a bunch of scum! Steal everything and run—dogs all of them! We’re not the self-rescue team. You’ve been stuck at the gas station, haven’t you? Phoenix International is now under the control of our Salvation Society. You probably know our leader—Zhang Xin from Building 5, Brother Xin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Building 5, Unit 1 has been cleared. All survivors in the complex are gathered there. Come with us—the Salvation Society is your warm home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Wu spoke with arrogant condescension, like a noble offering alms to a beggar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning the self-rescue team’s general situation, Tan Huajun felt slightly relieved; she then pondered Brother Xin—the man she remembered, a fruit vendor who, with his wife, rented two stalls at the fruit wholesale market and ran several retail shops nearby, doing quite well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B, Brother, can I… not go? I’m fine here. Really fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun smiled nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay here? Dream on!” Another man suddenly spoke. “The only way to live in Phoenix International is to join the Salvation Society!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily. Brother Xin said if people don’t want to join, it’s fine—just hand over supplies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah, just grab the stuff. Don’t waste time with this fat woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others grew restless, clearly unwilling to linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten-thousand-character update delivered. Lalalalalalala.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1562,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a537b97eedc2ac4aa159b8c8ba8380253d91c8d36302f6b6e8adaf0edb8647c8","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-85","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-83",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]