Little Dreadlocks pressed the confirm button as he spoke, deleting the video.
He kept chattering away:
"If I hadn't deleted it, I bet the view count would've passed two million in a few days."
The young man with the Afro patted him on the shoulder and laughed. "Give it a rest. You'd better be careful. I hear Wang Yi's legal team isn't to be trifled with."
Little Dreadlocks chuckled. "Their legal team is busy, and Wang Yi's a big shot. Would he really bother with a tiny video blogger like me?"
"Besides, even if Wang Yi wanted to go after me, his legal team's only been in Canada for three months. They haven't even gotten to grips with Canadian law yet. How are they going to sue me? And I'm going back to the UK in five days. They won't be able to find me."
"But your roots are here, aren't they? Are you saying you'll never come back?"
"Come on, man. I have dual citizenship. I can live over there long-term, too. If I really can't come back here, then I just won't come back. Simple as that."
"Man, you've really got it figured out!"
The Afro gave Little Dreadlocks a thumbs-up.
It was nearly six in the evening when Wang Yi arrived at the locker room.
About thirty kilometers from Wang Yi's home stood a villa.
The villa had originally belonged to Tamim, but he had since rented it to Wang Yi's legal team.
And he wasn't charging them rent.
On the villa's second floor, Lawyer Luo, with his trademark crew cut, sat at his desk, studying some documents.
A young man in a suit stood in front of the desk. He was Lawyer Luo's assistant.
After looking over the documents for a while, Lawyer Luo raised his