He silently raised the question in his mind.
But when he saw the resolve in Akur's eyes as he sank that three-pointer in Game 3 of the Second Round of the Playoffs, he felt a little more at ease.
That wasn't how someone played when throwing a game. It looked more like the release of someone who'd given up and decided to let the chips fall where they may.
Just then, his phone vibrated. Teacher Luo had sent him a message.
The creditor had been identified. It was an unlicensed underground lending company in Las Vegas with a history of repeated violent debt collection.
Akur's loan contract contained usurious terms, with an interest rate far above the legal limit. Some of its clauses were invalid.
At the words "usury" and "violent debt collection," Wang Yi's expression darkened.
He said,
"Have the detective keep following up. Gather evidence of their violent debt collection—get as much as possible."
Teacher Luo's voice came through the phone. "I'll get right on it."
After ending the call, Wang Yi checked the time. It was already 10:45 p.m.
Anjiali was usually in bed by then.
Over the past two years, Anjiali had been taking very good care of herself. When there wasn't a game, she went to bed early.
Still, Wang Yi called her.
The phone rang only once before Anjiali's voice came through, sounding a little urgent.
"Wang, I've been waiting for your call. Is there anything you need?"
Wang Yi said gravely,
"Prepare a bank card for me. Transfer two million into it and send me the PIN."
Anjiali didn't hesitate. "Okay. I'll get it ready now."
Once that was done, Wang Yi ended the call.
He gently rubbed the corner of his eye with his right hand.
Just then, someone gave a soft