He could have contacted Lawyer Luo himself, but with the Playoffs starting soon, he wanted to deal with the matter as simply as possible.
So he left it to Sister Luo.
Sister Luo's voice came through: "California law says that surveillance footage in public places doesn't violate privacy. As long as it captures Akur refusing the other party, it'll be the most direct evidence."
Early the next morning, Sister Luo updated Wang Yi on the case:
"We found the bar's surveillance footage, but someone tampered with the recording from the crucial time period. Still, we had someone look into it and found that the anonymous account behind the leak belongs to a small media outlet with ties to an underground betting ring."
"Also, Lawyer Luo has contacted the league's investigative committee and requested an extension to submit a statement. We've secured three extra days."
Wang Yi frowned.
The tampered footage and the highly targeted leak made it clear that someone didn't want Akur to get back on his feet.
He suddenly remembered Akur's words on the phone: "people I used to know." Could they be the betting ring that had dragged him down all those years ago?
Seeing that Akur had a chance to start over, they had deliberately stirred up trouble. They wanted to force Akur back into line and exploit the controversy for publicity.
Early the next morning, Wang Yi arrived at the Training Hall half an hour ahead of schedule.
Phil Jackson was already waiting for him by the tactics board, holding a sports newspaper with Akur's story on the front page.
"Your personal affairs are none of my business."
The Zen Master adjusted his glasses, his tone calm. "But the Playoffs are right around the corner. Anything that distracts you could affect the team's rhythm."
Wang