Judge Fang was surprisingly young, probably not out of his thirties yet. 
He sat at the red cloth-covered table and started to talk in Chinese. His two 
gofers stood behind him. A Sikh was here; he stood up and said a few words back 
to the Judge in Chinese. Bud couldn't figure out why there was a Sikh here, but 
he'd become accustomed to Sikhs turning up where they were least sought.