Chapter 316: Girl, Time to Honor Your Promise (Part 2)
Once the video opened, Zhang Yang took one look and his eyes lit up.
The woman on screen—Ice—wore a white baseball cap, conveniently covering her tied-up long hair and half her face. But her fair skin and soft oval face easily showed she was definitely beautiful.
Not only that, she wore huge black sunglasses, revealing only the perfect curve of her lips—a confidence that felt all-knowing and all-capable. She wore a black casual jacket, a gray sweater beneath it, and her tall, full chest pushed the sweater up tightly—large and very full.
She was a cool-looking beauty, a sharp contrast to Chenchen's gentle softness. And clearly, her experience surpassed that of the other girls by a wide margin. With her joining the call, the rest of Pretty Elf Squad instantly went silent, treating her as their leader.
Wearing a cap and sunglasses in the middle of the night obviously meant she didn't want Zhang Yang to recognize her real identity.
"Sister Bingbing, how can we agree to their demands?" After hearing Ice's words, Pretty Elf Squad was stunned.
"Enough. Leave it to me." Ice then spoke directly to Zhang Yang: "You can represent your team, right?"
Zhang Yang glanced at the people beside him and nodded.
"Good. I'll talk with you." Saying that, she sent a friend request to Zhang Yang.
Once he accepted, she immediately sent a video call request.
"Do you really want to watch us strip?" That was her first question.
"Of course. You said it yourselves—when a gentleman gives his word, even four horses can't pull it back. We didn't start this; your team forced this condition on us." Zhang Yang replied calmly.
"Fine. Then let's negotiate something."
"If you're planning to use money to settle everything," Zhang Yang smiled faintly, "then we have nothing to discuss."
"Of course not. As I said, I will keep our promise and honor the bet. And I might as well tell you—I'm that Tutu. But before fulfilling my promise, I want to ask you something." Ice pushed her sunglasses up slightly and spoke slowly.
"You switched players mid-match?" Zhang Yang instantly understood. No wonder Tutu's skill changed so drastically. But her ability truly impressed him. Though he ended up stabbing her to death, that was only because he spent ten system points to acquire god-level CS mechanics—a level surpassing even professionals.
Even if Ice was strong, taking her down shouldn't be a problem.
"Correct. But I am a member of Pretty Elf Squad, so it shouldn't count as breaking the rules."
"Alright, then what do you want to ask?" Zhang Yang thought, 'your mouth is yours—say whatever you want.'
Still, since she admitted she substituted mid-match, that showed she had at least some integrity. And her manner of speaking carried a kind of natural authority—a presence that made people trust her.
"Which CS team are you from?" Ice brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked softly. Her voice was gentle, with a standard Beijing accent.
"I'm not a professional player." Zhang Yang shook his head.
"Not a professional?" Ice nodded slightly. If one could see her eyes behind the sunglasses, her brows were probably furrowed.
"I have no reason to lie. And I'm a member of JPMN Squad—not some outside helper." Zhang Yang noticed her lips press slightly together—clearly she was shocked. Good thing the sunglasses hid her reaction.
"Any other questions?"
"I heard Xi Chen Jinglan is with you?" Ice asked casually.
"Xi Chen Jinglan?" Zhang Yang reacted quickly, immediately pretending confusion.
"Xi Chen Jinglan. If you don't know, that's fine. Let me tell you about the Xi Chen family. They are an ancient Hua Xia family, originally surnamed Ji… true imperial descendants. Not that this matters—you only need to know they were nobles for generations. Even though they're in decline now, their influence remains. And the bloodline she carries is still revered by elite families…"
"What does that have to do with me?" Zhang Yang replied indifferently, though internally he was startled—'so Xi Chen Jinglan is REALLY a top-tier heiress.'
"What does it have to do with you? Then let me introduce another family—the Lin family. A retail giant, top ten wealth in the nation. The patriarch Lin Zhentian has a grandson—Lin Kun—Xi Chen Jinglan's fiancé…"
"Oh, I get it. You're saying Lin Kun's fiancée is with me, and you want to accuse me of kidnapping?" Zhang Yang smiled. "But what does that have to do with you stripping? Go ahead and sue—just make sure you fulfill your promise first."
"No rush. I never said I wouldn't honor it." Ice smiled faintly. She raised her hand and removed her black jacket, revealing her fiery figure.
As expected, she was very well-endowed—her full, high curves stretched the gray sweater tight. Her cup size couldn't be much smaller than Gao Qi's, and clearly firmer.
He couldn't see what she wore below, but under the dim light behind her, the exposed part of her waist looked narrow and slender. Her figure was undeniably explosive.
Just when Zhang Yang thought she would remove the sweater next, she suddenly stopped and said slowly, "You took away Lin Kun's fiancée. And now you want to see Lin Zhentian's granddaughter naked. Do you think the Lin family will let you go?"
Zhang Yang frowned. 'Am I lucky or cursed? Why do I keep running into elite families?'
But he still smiled and said, "I only believe in four words—willing to bet, willing to lose. Of course, you heiresses could easily crush us like ants. You could also treat your promise like nothing. But even the poor have ways of fighting back. A commoner enraged can spill blood three feet. Besides…"
"Yangzi…" Xu Danlu whispered beside him, poking his waist while secretly handing him a slip of paper from outside the camera angle.
"Zhang Yang… do you know why I've been talking to you for so long?" Ice's lips curved slightly.
The arc was elegant, and her tone changed to one of absolute confidence.
Hearing her call his name directly, Zhang Yang blinked, glanced at Xu Danlu, then removed the fake mustache from his lip and nodded. "Exactly. Since you know who I am, then you should also know—you'd better fulfill your promise soon. I'm not afraid of elite families. Especially your Cai family."
Ice's expression changed instantly. She removed her sunglasses and stared at him. "How do you know my identity?"
"You were stalling for time to investigate me so you could threaten me into dropping the demand. Did you think I wouldn't use the same tactic? Miss Cai Bing?" Zhang Yang smiled.
Cai Bing—Cai Yu's cousin, overseas operations CEO of the Cai Family's Yongxing Group, and eldest granddaughter of Cai Yong. A double PhD in economics and finance.
She should be twenty-seven this year—a true business prodigy.
She rarely appeared publicly. If not for Xu Danying secretly digging through Super Shadow System for half a day, they wouldn't have uncovered her background.
Zhang Yang hadn't expected that, without sunglasses, Cai Bing was this beautiful—on par with Xi Chen Jinglan. Her skin was pale like warm jade, entirely unlike her darker cousin.
"So you were investigating me too?" Cai Bing frowned lightly, her cold gaze fixed on him.
"Of course. If you can investigate me, why can't I investigate you?"
Cai Bing let out a long breath but quickly regained composure. "Fine. Then let's lay everything out. You truly want us to fulfill that promise? Let me remind you—tonight you're facing the wrath of six families: Shen, Cai, Lin, Mo, Zhao, and Yan. Can you handle that storm?"
Zhang Yang chuckled. "Why don't you consider something else? If I hold nude videos of six heiresses, wouldn't that be far more useful? Especially you, Miss Cai. You know the grudge between your family and me."
"Heh, I see. But since you've stated your intention openly, do you think I'm stupid enough to agree?" Cai Bing laughed, removing her cap as well.
"I've heard President Cai is someone who always keeps her word. Surely you wouldn't break a promise?"
Cai Bing's expression chilled again. "So you have investigated me."
Zhang Yang simply smiled without denying it.
"Fine. I'll keep my promise. But I have one condition—you let the others go."
Zhang Yang hesitated, suspiciously glancing at her. Without the cap, her cold beauty was even more striking—the type men wanted to conquer.
"Fine. The others are all plain anyway. Watching them strip would ruin my appetite…" Zhang Yang agreed casually.
"Also—you cannot let anyone else watch. Only you."
Zhang Yang thought for a moment and agreed.
Hearing that, Cai Bing looked deeply at him. Then, without hesitation, she lifted the hem of her gray sweater, slowly raising it. First revealing a strip of pale, smooth waist, then a cute belly button, and further up—the shape suddenly changed. Two full, round curves sprang into view.
She wore a deep violet lace-trim bra—just as Zhang Yang expected. Her full curves were only a little smaller than Gao Qi's—probably a D+ cup.