The Righteous Light peeked out from behind him, a mischievous grin on his face. "Look," he said cheerfully, "our big bro drank your porridge, and it seems he's having a bit of a... situation. Don't you think you should stick around and... show some concern?"
"I... I have somewhere to be..." Liu San's legs went weak. He saw the other two players flank him on his left and right, and cold sweat streamed down his face like rain.
"What could you possibly have to do? Is it more important than your second uncle-in-law's business? Where do you think you're going?" The Righteous Light picked up the remaining half bowl of porridge from the table. He'd originally thought about taking a sip himself to confirm the guy's guilt, but then he had another idea. His gaze fell upon Liu San.
'Wait a minute, isn't there a perfectly good 'devoted nephew' right here? Why should I suffer through that experience?'
