[{"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-95":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},2319333,4536,"Chapter 95: Glass Shattered Everywhere","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>“What the hell is this thing even thinking, fucking hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su watched in stunned disbelief as the zombie smashed the glass—how the fuck could zombies trigger the Hundred-Eyed Monkey effect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, it’s fine, these glasses have laminated…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pinglang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun had just opened her mouth to praise the glass quality when a powerful zombie’s head-butt caused the cracks to instantly spread—then the entire pane shattered into pieces on the floor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aowuowu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie’s roar, no longer muffled by glass, blasted straight into everyone’s ears—terrifyingly loud. The zombies closest to the glass were crushed to the ground by those behind, while the ones further back stepped over their fallen kin to cram into the convenience store!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like hellish demons pouring through a rift into the human world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goods lined up beside the glass wall scattered instantly across the floor—the scene spiraled out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fall back! Quick! Escape through the back door!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su roared and hurled a tall, empty shelf behind him toward the zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clatter of crashes followed—the empty shelf wasn’t heavy, but it effectively blocked the zombies’ advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This, Brother Su, what do we do about him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao pointed at the fat man on the ground—it was Master Zhao, whom he and Chen Hanzhou had just dragged inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah… quick, quick, help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the man curled in the corner screamed, watching helplessly as zombie-like monsters shuffled into the store—his hands and feet bound, unable to move, his face turned green with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the girl in his arms remained with her head bowed, as if the world collapsing had nothing to do with her—her state was bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su drew his dog-leg knife, slashed through the plastic zip-ties binding the two in a few swift cuts, grabbed the backpack he’d thrown earlier to draw attention, and told Kuang Miao: “Dump him behind the counter and leave him to fate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man broke free, supporting the woman as he sprinted for the back door—but paused beside Master Zhao: “We have to take him with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then take him yourself—he’s fucking heavy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao and Chen Hanzhou heaved Master Zhao behind the counter, but before they could finish, a roar echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Untie me, goddamn it, untie me now! You bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps sensing imminent danger, Master Zhao woke at the critical moment—but he still didn’t grasp the real threat, glaring furiously at Kuang Miao and Chen Hanzhou, convinced they were robbing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had already reached the office, heard Master Zhao shouting, and rushed back into the store—the zombies had already pushed aside the shelves and were advancing toward them; he jammed his axe between Master Zhao’s ankles and sliced through the ropes with a swift flick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pull him up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao immediately grabbed Master Zhao’s collar and hauled him to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, my hands—my hands! Oh my god… zombies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Zhao’s hands were still bound behind his back. As he stood, he started cursing—then turned and saw a zombie less than two meters away. He spun again—his companions were gone. He screamed as he bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun knew the terrain best—she charged ahead to the back door and told Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian: “Get ready—I’m opening it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She yanked the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aowu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, zombies blocked the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanjian had anticipated this—without hesitation, she kicked out. But outside weren’t one zombie, but two pressed tightly together—her kick barely pushed them back half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me smash through!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu remembered Zhang Su charging zombies—she shouted, sprinted, and slammed into the door, her chest bag crushing into the zombies’ chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result matched Zheng Xinyu’s expectation—even two zombies pressed together were shoved back several steps, and she used the recoil to steady herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could act further, a sharp cry rang out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud shout, then a heavy iron wrench flashed like a streak of light—slicing past Zheng Xinyu’s head and smashing into the face of the zombie sneaking up behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aowuowu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie staggered back two steps, still reeling, when the caliper’s jaws snapped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu, crouched low, rose with her baseball bat, nodded gratefully at Zhong Xiaoshanjian—no time to rest, because the zombies she’d pushed back were advancing again, jaws swinging left and right, teeth like meat grinders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man shielding the woman burst out the back door—facing three women fighting zombies, he quickly set the woman down in a corner and joined the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two zombies were no challenge for Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian alone—now with Tan Huajun and the middle-aged man joining, they were easily dispatched within moments, lying dead on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, your weapon’s pathetic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After killing the two zombies, Zheng Xinyu panted, staring in disbelief at the middle-aged man’s rolling pin—sturdy as hell, hadn’t broken after pounding zombies for ages, and stained with dried blood—clearly used for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry, hurry! Run faster, you fucking bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Su burst out the back door, followed by Kuang Miao and Chen Hanzhou—and behind them, a fat figure stumbled along, hands bound behind his back—Master Zhao. Behind him came the pursuing zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hands—my hands are tied! I can’t run fast! Fuck you bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Zhao twisted awkwardly, drenched in cold sweat—he knew zombies were chasing him, but the more he panicked, the worse he slipped—he’d already fallen once, and if Chen Hanzhou hadn’t yanked him up, he’d be dead inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Useless dog!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood by the door, waited until Master Zhao neared, grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward—nearly threw him out—then slammed the door shut with lightning speed. Immediately, a series of thuds pounded against the door—the metal frame shuddered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three bicycles appeared at the gas station exit. Lu Yubo glanced inside and froze—the fuel pumps were empty, the convenience store’s glass wall shattered, and through the broken glass, zombies wandered freely inside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and spotted Zhang Su’s group near the side door—immediately rode toward the back with Pei Lan and Song Yijun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo’s clothes and face were smeared with blood; his grain sampler was strapped across his chest. He stopped his bike, dropped it, stared blankly at Zhang Su, then at the three unfamiliar figures, and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, what the hell happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s face was dark with rage: “Three bastards beat us here and rushed into the gas station. Some fucking sharks—couldn’t even kill zombies, thought hiding inside was safe—now the zombies smashed the glass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were him leading the team, seeing over thirty zombies loitering, he’d have used terrain and tactics to eliminate them all—leaving them alive was a threat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck you bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo exploded—he’d risked everything to lure over a hundred zombies into the trap, and now these three idiots ruined the convenience store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt up, ready to beat Master Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deal with the zombies first—then we’ll handle them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su blocked Lu Yubo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Zhao had lost his earlier bravado—he was at their mercy, cowering: “Brother, untie me—I’ll help kill zombies too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost! I don’t need your help! Don’t need your help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shoved the fat man against the wall, cut off his words, re-bound his hands and those of the sickly woman, then told Zheng Xinyu: “Anyone moves, kill them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ferocity chilled everyone—clearly, he was truly enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to me! Heh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu smiled like a little demon—since following Zhang Su through the apocalypse, her mindset had shifted rapidly; she’d long discarded her old moral constraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Zhang Su trusted her with this task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Zhao, slumped in the corner, wanted to cry—he thought he was ruthless, but he’d never met a group of killers who didn’t blink…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We won’t move, please don’t kill us—we’re good people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man clutched the woman, whose condition was poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman wrapped in cloth remained silent, leaning quietly against the man—as if zombies approaching wouldn’t faze her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone except Zheng Xinyu, follow me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand and led the group toward the front entrance of the store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan held a fruit knife, hesitating, unwilling to move—until Lu Yubo returned, grabbed her arm, and dragged her along reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most zombies are crowded in the office and back corridor—we use the old method: lure them out, kill them slowly. Don’t rush in blindly—follow my rhythm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su peered around the wall into the store, then warned the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone behind him, whether they understood or not, nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su said no more, walked to the front entrance, and struck the metal doorframe with his axe-hammer—dong, dong, dong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five or six zombies shuffling toward the office turned their heads, paused two or three seconds, then staggered toward Zhang Su’s group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look how stupid these bastards are—so long as you don’t act like an idiot, killing them’s a breeze!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood calmly outside, waiting, utterly relaxed—letting the zombies walk into the trap, while keeping watch behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aowao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombies trudged mechanically, struggling to climb over scattered goods and shelves to exit the store—when they finally stretched their bodies past the shattered glass wall, they met blades and spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pupupu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t even need to move—Lu Yubo, Tan Huajun, and Zhong Xiaoshanjian dispatched three zombies. Kuang Miao and Chen Hanzhou seemed numb now, their courage grown—they swung weapons and smashed skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Song Yijun and Pei Lan were unaccustomed—they turned away, vomiting beside the fuel pumps at the sight of brains splattering—unfortunately, their stomachs were empty, so only yellow bile came up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1594,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e8bc4f25cee7d9c7efec42aedd3efd5591867812137509ab626594e45030923b","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-96","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-94",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]