But what drew the most attention was his eyes.
They were not the ordinary red eyes of an Ork, filled with Chaos and savagery.
They were deep eyes, gleaming with an uncanny light.
He was Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Thraka.
When Liu Zhipeng entered the bridge, Bonecrusher did not speak at once. He merely studied him from head to toe with those sharp eyes, clearly intrigued.
That gaze was not the way one looked at a subordinate. It was more like he was looking at an interesting toy he found remarkably novel.
Liu Zhipeng said nothing either. He simply stood there quietly and let himself be examined. He knew that before such an absolute powerhouse, any clever trick would seem weak and meaningless. The only thing he could do was show his value.
"You're called Tooth Puller?"
After a long while, Bonecrusher finally spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"I Fink so," Liu Zhipeng answered, neither servile nor defiant.
"Ha!" Bonecrusher let out a low laugh. "You're an interesting little git. I heard about what you did. You used some very 'un-Orky' methods to make all the new gits on this ship behave. Tell me, how'd you come up with that?"
Here it was. The real question.
Liu Zhipeng knew this was an interview.
Instead of answering directly, he asked, "'Great Prophet,' what do you fink is the most important thing in a WAAAGH!?"
Bonecrusher froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting this little git to question him. He rubbed his iron jaw and said in a deep voice, "Fightin', of course! The louder the fightin', the stronger the WAAAGH! gets!"
"Exactly!" Liu Zhipeng nodded heavily. "But how do we make the fightin' louder?"
Without waiting for Bonecrusher's answer, he continued, "I Fink brute strength alone