But his most striking feature was his eyes.
They were not the red eyes of an ordinary Ork, filled with chaos and frenzy.
They were deep eyes, gleaming with a strange light.
He was Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka.
When Liu Zhipeng entered the bridge, Bonecrusher did not speak immediately. He merely looked him up and down with those keen eyes, intrigued.
That gaze was less like someone inspecting a subordinate and more like someone examining an amusing toy that had caught his interest.
Liu Zhipeng said nothing either. He simply stood quietly and let himself be examined. He knew that before someone this overwhelmingly powerful, any petty cleverness would be utterly useless. All he could do was demonstrate his worth.
"You're called 'Tooth Puller'?"
After a long while, Bonecrusher finally spoke. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
"Ork know-wotz, yes," Liu Zhipeng replied, neither servile nor arrogant.
"Hah!" Bonecrusher gave a low chuckle. "An interesting lad. I've heard about you. You used some very un-Orky methods to bring all the rookies on this ship to heel. Tell me, how'd you come up with them?"
Here it comes. Now we're getting to the point.
Liu Zhipeng knew this was an "interview."
Instead of answering directly, he asked a question of his own. "Big Mek, what do you reckon matters most in a WAAAGH!?"
Bonecrusher paused, apparently not expecting this lad to dare question him in return. He rubbed his steel chin and said in a deep voice, "Fighting, of course! The louder the fighting, the stronger the WAAAGH!"
"Exactly!" Liu Zhipeng nodded emphatically. "But how do we make the fighting louder?"
Without waiting for Bonecrusher to answer, he continued, "Ork know-wotz, brute strength alone ain't enough. We need better choppas, louder shootas, and tougher 'eavy armour!