[{"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-97":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},2319335,4536,"Chapter 97: Rescue Team of the Settlement Camp","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>“Cough… allow me to say two words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncle coughed twice, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Zhang Su: “Sir, first, I’m not a cook—this is my weapon, and I’ve killed five zombies with it! Moreover, with human civilization collapsing and moral laws crumbling, this is precisely the time for us to unite against evil. As fellow survivors…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, stop, stop—are you a storyteller?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, hearing the middle-aged man drone on, suddenly thought of Tang Sanzang and cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a Chinese language teacher at No. 7 Middle School. My surname is Yu. What’s yours, sir?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su chuckled silently: “Chinese language teacher… fine, fine, fine. A fisherman with a Chinese language teacher—hey, you said you’re from No. 7 Middle School? Do you know a teacher surnamed Duan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Duan? Duan Wuhu? I know him—he’s the PE teacher for Grade 9.” Teacher Yu nodded, delighted: “Do you know Teacher Duan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, hearing the man name Duan Wuhu outright, concluded his identity wasn’t fake, and waved his hand: “I met a survivor group before—there was a guy named Duan Wuhu in it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh oh, so Teacher Duan is still alive… uh, please consider this: Heaven gives everyone talents for a reason; Heaven imposes great burdens on those it chooses; all men must die…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you giving me a lecture here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rubbed his temples, his gaze sweeping between the students and the three men—irritated, he said: “Bottom line: I won’t take useless people with me. Zhao, Kuang Miao, and Chen Hanzhou—you three can join my team. As for you, teacher, you’ll be bringing your daughter, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his words, the convenience store fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo and the others who had just returned from outside naturally had no strong opinions—they waited quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao, Kuang Miao, and Chen Hanzhou exchanged glances; they all understood Zhang Su’s meaning—to join the new team meant leaving their old companions behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One side offered greater hope of survival; the other, comrades who had risked life and death together. The three were torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the three struggled, the four not named by Zhang Su grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no chance to join a strong survival team to begin with—if even capable members abandoned them, what was left to live for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuang Miao, Chen Hanzhou, what are you two hesitating about? You’re not seriously thinking of ditching me and Pei Lan to go with them, are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yijun saw Kuang Miao and Chen Hanzhou remain silent—no outright refusal meant they were considering it. He grew frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say I was going…” Kuang Miao shook his head awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hanzhou pulled at his hair again and crouched down, utterly unable to decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao, however, wasn’t as conflicted as the students—he’d made up his mind: “Brother, how about this: we three count as two. What I mean is, whether fighting zombies or doing chores, all three of us chip in, but we only take two shares of supplies. Is that okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s eyes lit up—he thought this was a smart solution: it expanded the team without costing him anything. A win-win. The fisherman might look rough, but he had ideas!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re the same!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Zhang Su thought this was good—Kuang Miao agreed too. He raised his hand quickly: “Brother Su, same deal! Four of us work, two of us take supplies. Can we? Please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!” Zhang Su cleared his throat: “This compromise works. But I need to say this upfront: your life is yours. You have the right to choose whether to risk yourself saving others—and others have the right to choose whether to risk themselves saving you. Saving is kindness; not saving is your duty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao’s group of four and Zhao’s group of three all nodded—except the sickly Miss Yu, who remained listless as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, so now we’re all on the same team, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao beamed, rubbing his hands together, his eyes flicking toward the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhao, don’t eat yet. We should properly introduce ourselves. My name is Yu Wen. This is my daughter, Yu Qing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Yu Wen introduced them formally, even pulling up his sickly daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Zhao, Zhao Dezhu—you can call me Zhuzi, Xiao Zhao, Lao Zhao, or even Fisherman, hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu grinned broadly; his chubby cheeks had thinned slightly over the past few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Zhang Su. Now, introduce yourselves.” Zhang Su said to the others beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before today, Zhang Su would’ve struggled to accept so many people into his team. But after realizing the importance of a group, his views had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building an unbreakable survival team is hard—but you can’t reject people just because it’s hard. That only traps you. The team will never grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the eleven introduced themselves; the atmosphere instantly grew warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su learned that Zhao Dezhu, who looked so old, was only in his early thirties—just two or three years older than him. He also understood why Zhao cared for the Yu family: Teacher Yu had promised that if Zhao protected Yu Qing, she’d become his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four students were stunned by this news. Zhang Su and the others found nothing strange—except that the one who made this decision was an elderly Chinese language teacher. That was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su specifically used his [Insight Tag] on Yu Wen. Three bubbles appeared: [Assessing the Situation], [Keen Eye], [Practical].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three traits caught his attention. He didn’t use the [Insight Tag] on anyone else—such a precious skill was used once, gone forever. It had to be reserved for key people. Among these, only Yu Wen remained somewhat unclear; the rest could be judged easily through daily observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As agreed, half the items in the store belong to Kuang Miao’s group, half to ours. Even though you’ve joined our team, the agreement was made before you joined, so you don’t have to hand these over. Besides, there’s too much to carry—we can’t take it all. Zhuzi, Teacher Yu, help yourselves to whatever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su and the others found a new spot to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing they could finally eat, Zhao Dezhu and Yu Wen were overjoyed. They immediately began rummaging for food and drink, never forgetting to care for Yu Qing, who sat in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su, we toast you—thank you for accepting and tolerating us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao opened a boxed set of baijiu, which included a full set of drinking vessels. The four raised their cups in a neat line, acting like heroes gathering at Liangshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gave a strange smile, then waved his hand: “I appreciate the sentiment, but don’t drink. Alcohol severely dulls your reflexes—save it for later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, when celebrating Tan Huajun and Lu Yubo joining, everyone had only drunk a capful. This guy wanted two taels per person—anyone with low tolerance would be useless today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it! We’ll follow your lead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuang Miao and the others put down their cups without hesitation, smiling happily. This was the most relaxed moment since the collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, is this little dog your pet? What’s wrong with it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan crouched beside Zheng Xinyu, curiously watching the sleeping Corgi, and reached out to stroke its fluffy head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu shifted her bag closer, petting the dog’s white neck fur, and shook her head: “It wasn’t mine before, but now it is. Hehe. I found it in the nearby neighborhood. It’s been sleeping—no, unconscious. Don’t know why.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love cats and dogs so much! Can I hold it? I’ll be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Lan smiled—rarely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo chimed in: “Sister Xinyu, let Lanlan hold it for a bit. She’ll be gentle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu gave Lu Yubo a look of exasperation, then opened her bag and lifted out the Corgi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow! Three fluffy collars! Such a cute Corgi…” Pei Lan joyfully took the dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three played happily around the unconscious dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival in the apocalypse was brutal and tense. Having a dog around was incredibly soothing—but this one remained unconscious. If it woke up, it’d be even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhuzi, where were you planning to go before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su asked Zhao Dezhu, who was eating instant noodles with mineral water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Originally, I was heading to Guangli Supermarket. But when I got there, holy crap—it was a zombie meeting! So many, swarming everywhere—I couldn’t even count them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao waved his arms dramatically, his face still full of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What time does the supermarket open? Why so many zombies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It opens normally at seven. Lots of elderly folks line up at six to grab discounted goods! There were already crowds, and then they had a special sale—so many more people…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Opens at seven?” Zhang Su realized—he hadn’t known supermarkets opened that early. He only knew malls usually opened at ten. Then he frowned: “If it opens at seven, what time do you work? Did you fight your way out of the supermarket?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao rubbed his fat head, sighing: “The night before everything went bad, I went out with a few guys from the supermarket for skewers and drinks. I got drunk and asked the fresh produce supervisor for half a day off. When I woke up at noon—holy mother of my grandma—the world ended!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, fear crept across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Su felt a flicker of doubt. He turned to Lu Yubo, who was chatting with Pei Lan: “Bozi, what were you doing the morning the virus broke out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning? Obviously sleeping…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo answered naturally—he worked mostly at night and usually slept in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded, then waved to Kuang Miao: “What about you four? What were you doing the morning the virus broke out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three boys were asleep; only Pei Lan was awake, brushing her teeth in the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Yu, what about you and your daughter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su finally turned to Yu Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I woke up at five-thirty, but I had to go to the Education Bureau first, so I didn’t go to school. Qingqing… Qingqing is also a teacher at No. 7 Middle School—she teaches chemistry. She had no class in the morning, so she slept in. Hehe, forgive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su frowned, pointing at everyone: “You four, three of you were asleep. You three, two of you were asleep. Our side—five people, four of you were asleep except old Tan. Doesn’t that seem too coincidental?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit!” Kuang Miao gasped: “Does the virus… not infect people who are asleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanyi shook her head: “Not that it doesn’t infect sleeping people—it’s just that the infection rate is lower. In contrast, from what we know, people awake when it broke out had extremely high infection rates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group discussed further, analyzing the phenomena around them, and the theory grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the virus really targets awake people more easily, and it exploded globally at the same time… wouldn’t the West have gotten a huge advantage?” Kuang Miao looked puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu shook her head: “No advantage at all. Here it’s seven a.m., but in the U.S. it’s six p.m. Plenty of people are still sleeping here, but how many are going to bed at six p.m. there? And Europe—Britain is eight hours behind us, so eleven p.m. There, it’s probably the same situation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, so the timing of this disaster was *perfectly* chosen? It picked the moment when most of the world was awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The biggest winners are the Indians… but their situation… uh! Shh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was speaking when his ears twitched. He quickly signaled everyone to be silent, then motioned them to crouch down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, confused, obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About one or two seconds later, they heard the sound of a car engine approaching, then passing in front of the gas station, heading away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, whoever dares come steal will die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dezhu’s face darkened with menace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. They’re gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had barely finished speaking when a screeching brake sound echoed. He instinctively grabbed his weapon, face hardening: “Wrong! They’re coming back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could react, the vehicle’s noise drew closer again—within ten seconds, a Prado roared into the gas station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, this place… who the hell’s so bold? Not only lured away the zombies and blocked them off, but also cleared out so many here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in uniform stepped out of the vehicle and stared at the two or thirty zombie corpses scattered haphazardly beside the gas station’s glass wall, clicking his tongue in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like there’s nothing left inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man in uniform spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third man in uniform jumped out from the driver’s seat—he stood nearly one meter eighty, his build between Zhang Su and Zhao Dechu, his face shadowed with a cold, menacing expression: “Whether there’s anything or not, we’ll know once we go in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the three each picked up a fire axe and headed toward the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, this place is already occupied. Please leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the uniformed men were about to pull open the broken door, Lu Yubo, acting on Zhang Su’s signal, stood up and said, making a gesture to dismiss them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three froze, clearly unprepared to find anyone here—but when they saw more people emerging from behind the ruins, their pupils shrank slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fellow survivors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of shock, the leader—the tall, burly man from the driver’s seat—spoke seriously: “I am Liang Dacheng, team leader of the Baihe Street Community Relief Team. Congratulations—you’ve been rescued!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relief camp?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, murmurs broke out; some students showed relief, Zhao Dechu and Yu Wen looked skeptical, while Zhang Su’s group remained expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This reaction caught Liang Dacheng off guard—shouldn’t survivors be overjoyed at such news? Why did they all look like fools…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a warm smile: “You’ve endured great hardship in the apocalypse. Baihe Street Community has been converted into a relief camp, just over a kilometer from here. You didn’t know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qincheng had two or thirty streets and communities; Baihe Street Community was one of the most unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you… an official relief camp?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yijun asked, full of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Liang Dacheng nodded firmly, pounding his chest: “Our camp now houses over four hundred people, gathering survivors from four nearby communities, guarded by the Special Police Unit—completely safe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All you need to do is come, and you’ll be properly settled—no more fear, no more sleeping outdoors. But all supplies here must be surrendered for community-wide distribution! To be honest, we don’t just search for survivors—we also gather supplies! But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Liang Dacheng pointed at Zheng Xinyu: “Pets are not accepted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu rolled her eyes and pulled the bag containing the Corgi further behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eleven stood in an odd formation—this time, Zhang Su did not take the front position; instead, he pushed Lu Yubo forward and half-crouched himself toward the rear, avoiding attention and gaining more opportunity to observe them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they said “Special Police Unit guarding,” Zhang Su knew observation was pointless—his four companions’ expressions changed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had already told Lu Yubo and Tan Huajun about the Special Police Unit—what a tragic loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly all surviving members of Qincheng’s Special Police Unit had perished that night; according to Qin Ya, only he escaped with help from his comrades. How could there now be a Special Police Unit running a relief camp?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have no intention of going to your camp. Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo saw Zhang Su shake his head slightly and immediately refused the offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Dacheng and his three companions stiffened, but quickly softened, forcing a smile: “Young man, even if you’re the leader here, you should listen to the group’s opinion—we believe in democracy, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Democracy? I’ll go to hell—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, democracy is right!” Zhang Su grabbed Lu Yubo’s arm before he could raise it, turned, and glared at him, speaking slowly and clearly: “Let everyone choose for themselves. How’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo, seeing Zhang Su’s strange expression, nodded vigorously: “Right! Democracy’s great—let everyone decide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, Captain Liang, I’d like to ask: how are supplies distributed in the camp? And with over four hundred people, how is living space arranged? Do you have to be assigned work after entering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yijun looked at Liang Dacheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Dacheng swung his fire axe: “The camp is still in its early stages—everyone’s contributing to construction. Supply distribution is handled by a dedicated logistics officer—I don’t know the details. Living space is arranged according to individual circumstances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all that, he’d said nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see…” Song Yijun’s heart sank. He glanced at Kuang Miao, who showed no interest, and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else asked questions. The silence stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Dacheng and his men frowned. He spoke again: “I assume you’re worried about life inside the camp? No need to fear—it will be planned fairly based on contribution points!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To welcome you, my team and I won’t claim any of the convenience store’s supplies—we’ll credit them all to you, ensuring you a comfortable environment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Dacheng expected at least three or five of the eleven to join them—but still, silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d just arrived at the worst possible moment. Had they come before the students met Zhang Su, they’d have already rushed off to the so-called camp without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su had been watching everyone’s reactions—he’d assumed the Yu family would be the most eager to join, but Zhao Dechu and his two companions remained eerily quiet, occasionally exchanging cryptic glances with him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen’s [Assessing the Situation] ability had revealed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain Liang, as you can see, none of us wish to join your camp. Please leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yubo resumed his lazy demeanor, gesturing toward the Prado—he’d very much like to take that vehicle; it was far more imposing than the H6.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me be frank: official orders require all survivors to report to a relief camp to contribute to rebuilding, and surrender supplies for centralized distribution. Special circumstances demand special measures. Do you intend to defy authority?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing polite words failed, Liang Dacheng’s face darkened, his cold demeanor lending him an unnatural authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Refusing to comply will be recorded. Special forces will come to deal with you—and when the Special Police Unit arrives, they won’t be as polite as we are!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man beside Liang Dacheng, wearing a baseball cap, added, his threat heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough…,” Yu Wen cleared his throat: “Captain Liang, stop talking about the Special Police Unit. The entire Qincheng Special Police Force was wiped out in the early days of the disaster while fighting zombies—I watched it happen right before my eyes. Where is this Special Police Unit you speak of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s eyebrow twitched—he finally understood why the Yu family and Zhao Dechu had remained so calm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I meant the Armed Police!” Liang Dacheng snapped impatiently. “The order is clear: rebuilding requires everyone’s effort. Don’t stubbornly make a fatal mistake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3154,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d3aab40a32bcf284bb12e409c27faa7d688ddde59b5d2b32a021b71f3e55b6b2","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-98","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-96",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]