"Who's Lucky Luke?" Feng Mountain asked, unfamiliar with the name.
Xia Li smiled and explained, "Lucky Luke is a cartoon cowboy. He's an expert with a revolver and is famous for righting wrongs and helping the weak. Good luck always follows him, which is why he's called Lucky Luke. To many people in Texas, he's the very image of a formidable and righteous cowboy."
"Is that so!" Feng Mountain chuckled and took a few steps, then spun around, intentionally striking a few cool poses. He turned to Fiona, his face full of anticipation, and asked, "Little Angel, do I look like Lucky Luke?"
Hmm!
Fiona, chewing on her fingers, tilted her little head and studied Feng Mountain from top to bottom for a long moment. Then, she said with a serious expression, "Luke has a revolver. You don't, Mister."
'A revolver?'
Feng Mountain instinctively glanced down at his belt.
'My Tactical Master really doesn't go with this whole cowboy-style outfit.'
