WAAAGH! Before the Startup Was Even Halfway Done

Liu Zhipeng looked at him, then at the equally eager Ork Boyz behind him. He knew that his "company" could finally begin recruiting its first batch of "employees."

The corners of his mouth curled into a warm smile worthy of a "capitalist."

"Sure," he said. "But I don't keep useless gits around here. If you wanna follow me, fine. First, hand over your 'pledge.'"

"A... a pledge?" Big Guy's simple mind clearly could not comprehend a term so full of Eastern wisdom.

"It means..." Liu Zhipeng pointed at his empty pocket. "...you hand over some 'teef' first."

Thus, under the "wise" inspiration of boss Tooth Puller, a brand-new gang that could be called both "elite" and "wealthy" throughout the entire Big Iron Teeth Tribe—the Big Tooth Gang—was born.

Every one of them was equipped with the finest weapons and armor traded from the mek workshop. Under their boss Tooth Puller's leadership, they began committing organized, premeditated, and clearly targeted "gang crimes."

Their targets were no longer the ordinary Boyz who were poor as dirt. Instead, they went after other small gangs that had just won battles and seized plenty of teef and gear.

Like a pack of wolves, they lurked silently along the edges of battlefields. Then, at precisely the right moment, they launched deadly ambushes using "tactics" no Ork could possibly understand.

"Big Guy! Take a squad and charge from the left! Mess up their formation!"

"Ironhide! Take the shield Boyz and hold the front! Everyone else, follow behind and blast 'em hard with your shootas!"

"Remember! Don't bunch up! Spread out! Run after the fight! Lure them over to that pile of scrap!"

Under Liu Zhipeng's "wise" command, the Big Tooth Gang's combat strength soared geometrically. Before long, they became renowned as "the toughest, richest, and sneakiest."

More and more Ork Boyz came seeking their reputation, hoping to join this advanced collective where "there was meat to eat and teef to earn."

Liu Zhipeng's force rapidly expanded like a snowball rolling downhill.

In just a few short months, he went from a newly arrived Ork Boy to a rising star at the bottom ranks of the Big Iron Teeth Tribe—one nobody could afford to underestimate.

And he drew ever closer to his modest goal of "becoming the strongest Ork on this planet."

Just as he was brimming with ambition and preparing to challenge the true tribal bosses—

A greater and more fanatical tide that would sweep across the entire galaxy arrived without warning.

A WAAAGH! field powerful enough to make every Ork soul tremble and cheer descended upon the planet like an invisible storm.

A massive fleet appeared in the sky, formed from countless battered warships that were nevertheless filled with brutal beauty.

A greater, stronger, and madder warlord had come with his WAAAGH!

He ignited the most primal and purest desire for war in every Ork's heart on the planet.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The Big Iron Teeth Tribe boiled over.

Every Ork set aside their work and their grudges. As if by prior agreement, they surged from their shacks, factories, and scrap heaps. Looking up at the colossal fleet that blotted out the sky, they unleashed the loudest and most frenzied roars of their lives.

Liu Zhipeng, too, was infected by the WAAAGH! field, like a tidal wave of the mind. He felt his blood boiling. He felt his human soul being assimilated by that purest longing for battle.

He knew his comfortable days of "keeping to one corner and starting his own business" were over.

A broader and more dangerous new stage was beckoning to him.

"Boss," Big Guy said beside him, his ugly face wearing an equally fervent expression. "Are... are we going too?"

Liu Zhipeng looked at him, then at the hundreds of Big Tooth Gang members behind him, all with the same fevered eyes. He grinned, revealing a smile brighter and crazier than any Ork's.

"Going? Of course we're going!"

"Listen up, Boyz! Grab your gear!"

"We're... gonna pull off something even bigger!"

The ship descending over the Big Iron Teeth Tribe was the flagship of Bonecrusher, Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, prophet of Gork and Mork, the Unbeatable Giant.

When Liu Zhipeng led his hundreds of well-equipped and imposing Big Tooth Gang members to the assembly point, the sight before him utterly stunned him.

Tens of thousands of Orks poured out from every corner of the tribe like a green tide, gathering beneath a huge, crude boarding ramp that was slowly lowering.

They roared loud enough to shake the heavens, brandishing their weapons and fighting in the most primitive and savage manner for the right to board that steel Beast that could take them to wider battlefields.

There was no order whatsoever to this boarding operation.

Or rather, it was itself a small-scale war.

"Get outta my way! I was here first!" "Screw you! You stepped on my foot! Die!"

Countless Orks started bloody brawls over shoving and trampling during the boarding process. Right there on the ramp and beneath the ship's bridge, they settled their disputes in the most direct way possible. The victors stepped over the corpses of the defeated and kept climbing. The losers were mercilessly trampled into pulp by the countless crazed kin behind them.

Liu Zhipeng watched this scene, filled with the cruel beauty of Darwinism, and could not help whistling.

"...Now that's what I call lively."

"Boss, are... are we boarding too?" Big Guy asked beside him. Looking at the boarding ramp that resembled a meat grinder, even his ugly face showed a rare emotion known as "hesitation."

"Board? Like that?" Liu Zhipeng shot him a look that said, Do you have muscles growing in your brain too? "Look at us. We're dressed this well and carrying such good stuff, and you want us to squeeze in there and play in the mud with those paupers? Wouldn't that lower the Big Tooth Gang's standards?"

He cleared his throat and pointed to a relatively small auxiliary lift platform on the side of the giant warship, apparently meant for Gretchin and cargo.

"See that?"

"We're taking the VIP route."