Their boss, Ironhead, received special attention from Liu Zhipeng.
Liu Zhipeng never fought him head-on. He simply circled him, moving in the most underhanded way imaginable, and every so often slipped behind him to deliver another cheap shot.
"Bang!"
"Aaargh!"
"Bang!"
"Aaargh!"
Only when Ironhead's prized iron skull was ringing from the blows, leaving him utterly disoriented and on his knees, did Liu Zhipeng stride forward like a victor, plant a foot on his back, and expertly snap off his two largest, shiniest tusks.
Without suffering a single casualty, the Big Tooth Gang easily crushed the formidable Ironhead Gang and seized all their "teef," weapons, and territory.
After witnessing Boss Tooth Puller's uncanny methods, the captured members of the Ironhead Gang had only one thought left in their simple brains: Following this boss seemed... a lot more promising than sticking with that idiot Ironhead!
And so, without any fuss, they chose to "surrender."
In this fashion, Liu Zhipeng's Big Tooth Gang snowballed its way through a successful "corporate merger."
Over the next few weeks, Liu Zhipeng repeated the trick, using all manner of dirty tactics the Orks had never heard of or seen to "absorb" every capable small and medium-sized gang that had recently joined the ship.
For those who loved drinking, he used "mushroom beer laced with laxatives." For those who loved charging, he used "narrow passages rigged with pit traps." For those who preferred exchanging fire at range, he had the Gretchin throw "Squig dung bombs"...
His tactics had one defining feature: absolutely no sense of fair play.
His reputation rapidly spread throughout the ship.
Every Ork learned that a new boss had arrived aboard. His name was Tooth Puller, and his gang was called the Big Tooth Gang. He was strong and rich, but he never fought fair.
In the Orks' world, however, "underhanded" was never an insult. It usually meant the same thing as "clever."
And "cleverness" was a quality that inspired genuine awe in every Ork.
The ranks of Liu Zhipeng's Big Tooth Gang swelled like an inflating balloon. With each successive victory, he himself grew taller and stronger.
The passive ability of [Primordial Fire] proved extraordinarily effective in this steel jungle of violence and despair. Every victory he won and every speech he gave subtly "ignited" the souls of the Orks who followed him.
These "ignited" Orks became more fanatical than their fellows, and more "loyal" as well.
When Liu Zhipeng finally passed the three-meter mark, his muscles looking as though they had been cast from steel and his green skin darkening to the deep green that symbolized strength and glory, he knew he was no longer an ordinary "boss."
He was just one step away from becoming a true "warboss," a ruler in his own right with a name of his own.
And he knew who his next target was.
Aside from the personal guard who had descended from the sky alongside Bonecrusher Saraka himself, the strongest warboss aboard this warship was one who had risen from the local tribes: Gogrum the Skullcrushas.
He was a terrifying creature over four meters tall, truly like a small mountain.
Just as Liu Zhipeng was rubbing his hands together, preparing to devise a way to eliminate this behemoth at minimal cost and complete his "final challenge" aboard the ship, something happened.
A summons he had never anticipated interrupted his plans.
That day, Liu Zhipeng was reclining on his "throne," built from countless trophies and enormous bones, enjoying a massage from his Gretchin assistant while contemplating how to defeat his target.
Suddenly, the entire cargo hold around him shook violently.
"Boom!"
With a tremendous crash, someone outside brutally kicked open the cargo hold's half-meter-thick steel doors.
Two enormous figures, like steel demon gods, appeared in the doorway.
They wore absurdly heavy suits of powered armour known as "Mega Armour," which encased almost their entire bodies. Each stood over four meters tall, with a Shoota larger than a Squig mounted on his shoulder and a Power Claw crackling with blue electricity in his hand.
They were Bonecrusher Saraka's personal bodyguards, his strongest and most elite warriors-the "Nobz."
The entire cargo hold instantly fell deathly silent.
Every member of the Big Tooth Gang was frozen in place, cowed by the almost tangible killing intent radiating from these two steel behemoths.
Liu Zhipeng slowly sat upright on his "throne." Looking at the two Nobz, he spread his mouth into a reasonably friendly grin.
"Hey, you two big lads. What brings you to my place? Looking to... deposit some teef?"
One of the Nobz gave a deep chuckle that sounded like metal scraping against metal.
"You've got guts, lad," he rumbled, his voice booming through his loudspeaker and making the whole cargo hold reverberate. "Our boss, the Big Mek, wants to see you."
Liu Zhipeng's heart gave a sudden jolt.
The "Big Mek"—Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka.
The one known as the "Great Preacher of WAAAGH!," the prophet of Gork and Mork, and the supreme ruler of this enormous fleet.
He had finally noticed him.
Countless thoughts flashed through Liu Zhipeng's mind. Had all the commotion I'd caused lately made him wary of me? Or had he taken a fancy to my "teef" and decided on a "compulsory asset acquisition"?
Yet not a trace of nervousness appeared on his face. He rose from his "throne," his height of over three meters ensuring that he did not look particularly short even before the two Nobz.
He straightened his unique suit of armour, pieced together from assorted sheet metal and trophies, then gave the two Nobz a brilliant smile.
"Lead the way," he said. "I've been wanting to see the Big Mek's magnificence for myself."
After passing through countless heavily guarded corridors, Liu Zhipeng entered the warship's core for the first time-Bonecrusher's command bridge.
It was utterly unlike the filth and chaos elsewhere aboard.
Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling viewing windows lay a deep, glittering sea of stars. The floor was laid with smooth black metal, polished to a gleam. Countless screens glowing an eerie green floated in midair, displaying all sorts of data and images that the Orks could not understand but thought looked very "exciting."
An immense "throne," forged from countless enemies' skulls, shattered armour, and captured weapons, stood at the very center of the bridge.
A figure sat upright upon it.
He was larger than any Ork Liu Zhipeng had ever seen. Even seated, he resembled a small mountain. He wore a black suit of super-heavy Power Armour covered in rivets and enormous spikes. One of his arms had been converted into a gigantic Power Claw, shimmering with a ghostly blue energy field.
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