Zhang Xiao sat in his seat, struggling not to laugh.
Malfoy had styled his hair like Little Ma Brother in the Hong Kong films.
He kept adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror.
"Zhang, how do I look?"
Malfoy turned around and lifted his chin slightly, wearing that same smug little expression.
"Cool!" Zhang Xiao's jaw muscles were aching, and he secretly pinched his thigh with his other hand.
During the time he had spent resting in bed in Pengcheng.
Malfoy had watched videotapes almost nonstop, working his way through all the classic Hong Kong films.
For some inexplicable reason, he particularly liked Chow Yun-fat, especially A Better Tomorrow and God of Gamblers.
He had even started calling himself Little Ma Brother.
Incidentally, Malfoy's Chinese name was Ma Tianlong. (Draco-the Dragon constellation.)
Thanks to those films, though, Draco's knowledge of firearms had improved considerably.
He had earnestly discussed with Zhang Xiao the idea of hiding two pistols beneath his robes, then wielding a wand in one hand and a gun in the other.
Zhang Xiao had expressed his support and enthusiastically recommended several excellent pistols, including the Glock 18.
With Zhang's approval, Malfoy finally finished getting dressed to his satisfaction.
He wore a long summer trench coat over a shirt and tie, his pale blond hair slicked back with a side part.
From somewhere, he had also procured a pair of sunglasses and slipped them on.
"Let's go, Zhang."
Zhang Xiao felt the smile he had only just suppressed threatening to surface again. He hurriedly lowered his head and gave two tactical coughs.
"Sure, Little Ma Brother."
They found a quiet booth with a clear view of the entrance.
Malfoy had already taken off his sunglasses-the Leaky Cauldron's main room was simply too dark.
Besides, his rather formal outfit