After transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty, Wang Yu earned the nickname Little Tyrant because he could carry a millstone and run ten li.
Then the son of the vice minister of war was parachuted into the army camp: a pretty boy who stuck two mantis feelers in his helmet and put on makeup before battle.
In the first battle, the pretty boy gave foolish orders, and most of Wang Yu’s men were lost.
Wang Yu snapped.
That night, shards of bright armor littered the ground, and Wang Yu used the two long feathers as fire pokers.
When word reached the capital, civil officials impeached him for beating a superior.
Wang Yu answered with his fists, fighting his way from the border all the way to the capital.
Afterward, a tough-guy look became all the rage among the pretty boys of the capital.
They had no choice: unless they built a couple of pecs, they wouldn’t dare look Wang Yu in the eye.
