The Iron-Blooded Southeast Asian

He is Zeng Dashuai, a veteran of a hundred battles whose ambition was to date flight attendants. Yet fate inexplicably swept him into a civil war in a small borderland country... What a miserable turn of events. Perhaps the saying was right: when God closes a door, he always opens a window. And outside that window, God was feeling generous, granting him the position of a warlord in a foreign land. With fortune favoring the bold, and the Goddess of Luck watching over him, he somehow managed to rise even higher and successfully contend for the Nine Tripods...

Don't envy me. The scepter in my hand is also a heap of trouble. Just look at all the people around the world who can't stand the sight of me. A few monkeys from ASEAN point fingers and threaten me with their guns; my Indian neighbors, those Indians, raise their clubs and shout that they'll beat me up; Uncle Sam, the world's policeman, brings in an aircraft carrier and claims he'll run me over; and a bunch of bastard lackeys trail after their godfathers, hoping to get a piece of the action...