Delta: With wages in place, even the Demon King's top-tier protection is crushed.

Lu Ang wasn't in a hurry. He said slowly, "Brother Ze, let me do the math for you. Isn't the buzz generated by my participation more effective than having ten commentators? I can experiment with all my CS gameplay in your competition. If it works, your Chen Ze Cup clips will be everywhere. Besides—it's not like I can't save you some money on commentary."

Chen Ze fell silent again.

This silence lasted even longer than before.

Lu Ang could almost see the expression on his face as he squinted and did the accounting.

Then Chen Ze laughed, his voice filled with a carefree, reckless joy: "Fine! You can participate! But there's one condition—"

"you say."

"You can do whatever you want with your CS gameplay in my matches. If it works, I'll give you extra money! But—" Chen Ze changed the subject, his voice carrying a hint of shrewdness, "If you don't work out and just stick to honest gunfights the whole time, you'll have to return that extra prize money to me."

A slow smile crept onto Lü Ang's lips. "I accepted."

After hanging up the phone, Lü Ang casually tossed his phone onto the sofa and glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Single three.

No teammates. One against three.

He flexed his fingers, and his knuckles made a slight cracking sound.

Over the next few days, rumors of the Chen Ze Cup began to circulate in Delta circles.

At first, there were just a few posters—Chen Ze himself wearing his signature black-rimmed glasses, with a "I'm going to cause trouble" expression, next to a line of gold lettering: "Delta Force Chen Ze Cup, Million-Dollar Prize, Find the Real Demon King!"

Then the list of participants was announced one after another.

The show started right from the beginning.

Basically, all the Delta anchors, whether familiar or unfamiliar to everyone, are on this list, making it even more exaggerated than the original Operation Red.

After all, Da Hong Xing is a well-known streamer on Douyin.

But the Chen Ze Cup is open to everyone, regardless of whether they are famous or not.

This immediately drew the attention of the entire Delta region, and the level of discussion soared. However, some sharp-eyed viewers soon noticed something.

Why are there no truly big-name streamers on this list?

The top 0 streamers in Douyin, or rather the entire Delta region.

What about the three: forest trees, white ze, and melons and livestock?

For a competition of this scale, even if these three didn't want to join in the fun, Chen Ze shouldn't be stupid enough not to invite them to such a big competition.

Is this even considered a big competition?

But soon, unrest began to stir within the Delta system. The reason was simple: as insiders, they knew more.

The more people know, the more confused they become.

Even before Chen Ze released the video, they already knew that he would invite a top streamer to provide commentary.

Forest trees, Bai Ze, Haotian.

One commentator will be invited to each stage of the competition, and at the end, three commentators will be invited to participate in the event!

This is a delta feast!

It's worth noting that even the official channels couldn't bring these three together.

Why are people confused?

It was because of these three people.

Forest trees, Bai Ze, Haotian.

Where are the melons and livestock?

Where is my sweet and soft melon?

This person isn't even here to provide an explanation?

It's all a cover-up!

There's definitely something fishy going on!

Even Haotian has come, but Guachu is nowhere to be found?

Although Haotian is quite popular, how can he compare to Guachu? And most importantly, who in the entire Delta circle doesn't know that Haotian is Guachu's henchman?

The henchmen are here, but the boss isn't?

Are you kidding me!

That's just bragging!

……

The assistant who was liaising with Chen Ze timidly asked, "Brother Ze, about Teacher Cucumber... should we have him sign some kind of agreement? Like, something like he can't use certain operators, can't hold a point for more than five minutes, and can't bomb the extraction point at the start of the game?"

Chen Ze pushed up his glasses, a calm and composed demeanor that suggested he had been through many battles.

Compared to those so-called serious commentators and competition organizers who constantly restrict the performance of amateur commentators, Chen Ze wanted to be different from the mainstream.

What he wanted was for Lü Ang to wreak havoc on his game.

"No need. Give him full control." Chen Ze waved his hand dismissively, his tone brimming with a sense of schadenfreude, "I organize these competitions for the excitement. The more idiots pull off these stunts, the more hype I get. Ideally, he'd come up with a brand new CS strategy during the competition, completely overwhelming everyone—that'll be something to watch!"

Soon, Lü Ang received a formal invitation to the Chen Ze Cup.

The invitation itself was unremarkable—an electronic version, reasonably well-designed, with a few lines of welcome text in gold lettering. But Lu Ang only glanced at it before his gaze was fixed on the last line of text in the email.

[Invitation Letter Attachment: Special Terms and Conditions]

—The contestant "Cucumber (Delta Force)" is free to use any tactics and operator combinations in the competition without any restrictions.

—The final interpretation of the above terms rests with the Chen Ze Cup organizing committee.

Lu Ang stared at the words for a long time, then slowly, slowly smiled.

He picked up his phone and sent Chen Ze a WeChat message: "Brother Ze, did you write these terms yourself?"

Chen Ze replied instantly: "Absolutely! How about that, pretty good, right?"

Lü Ang: "That's kind of you. Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Chen Ze: "Please don't be shy! If you're too polite, what's the point of holding this competition?"

Lü Ang: "That's kind of you. Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Chen Ze: "Please don't be shy! If you're too polite, what's the point of holding this competition?"

Lu Ang put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, stared at the dim yellow ceiling light, and his smile deepened.

Are you trying to stir things up?

He really loves to create drama.

The phone rang.

Lu Ang picked it up and saw that it was a call from Su Wan.

When Lü Ang answered the call, the first thing the other person said was somewhat surprised, "Chen Zebei, I didn't see you in the commentary booth, are you going to participate?"

"Hmm." Lü Ang flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his lap. "Single three, the prize money is 1.1 million, how can we not participate!"

Su Wan's finger paused on the phone for a moment.

Based on her understanding of Lü Ang, when this man mentioned a certain number in such a nonchalant tone, he had already mentally added that money to his account.

Now that I think about it carefully, it really doesn't make sense for Lü Ang to participate in this competition.

Now that this guy has made money, he's become obsessed with it. Before, when we went out to eat together, she was thirsty and asked him to buy her water. But he only bought her water and not hers, saying he wasn't thirsty. Now that a million is in front of him, how could he not be tempted?

"Watch your step," she said calmly. "Don't ruin their game."

"Don't worry." Lü Ang closed his eyes, tapping his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I'm a very sensible person."

Lü Ang leaned back on the sofa, his fingers still tapping out a rhythm on the armrest, when suddenly the pale blue light screen in his mind, visible only to him, unfolded.

[Host has been detected to have registered for the "Chen Ze Cup" tournament, triggering a temporary gold-level mission!]

Lu Ang raised an eyebrow and sat up straight. A gold mission? That name sounds more valuable than a regular mission.

……