That voice was far too obnoxious. Apart from Kuka, there probably weren't many Orks who could pull it off. Cheng Mingrui resisted the urge to slap him and, without explaining anything, began teleporting.
Perhaps he was too angry to get the coordinates right. Cheng Mingrui's teleportation failed, and he smashed a huge crater straight into Big Blade's operating room.
He dragged the boy who was having a mechanical arm fitted off the operating table, then tossed Kuka onto it.
"Fix all dis git's injuries. When I get back, I wanna see him jumpin' around and doin' his shaman dance, full of life."
Cheng Mingrui was about to leave when he realized it wouldn't be right not to pay. Ork society was dangerous and unreliable. He had gone to all that trouble to save Kuka; he couldn't let him end up dead again.
He felt one of his tusks and gave it a tug. That hurt a bit! In Ork culture, the more fearsome a tusk looked, the more it was worth. His own tusks, as the boss, had to be worth a bloody fortune.
As Big Blade stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out, Cheng Mingrui steeled himself, snapped off one of his tusks, and tossed it to him.
"I'm Slick, Chosen of Gork and Mork, and dat's me biggest tusk. Dat'll cover da treatment!"
Big Blade cradled Cheng Mingrui's tusk in both hands, disbelief written all over his face. With a bang, Boss Slick teleported away again.
Inside the Dimensional Prison, more than a hundred Heavy Nobs had already gathered before the White Door.
Among the Heavy Nobs were several Gretchin carrying Shootas and Plasma Guns, making them stand out like sore thumbs. A closer look revealed Clever Git and a few of his underlings.
"Clever Git, why'd