Once everyone had sat down, ordered their dishes, and poured themselves drinks, Mila asked curiously.
"Brother Yan, when we went to the police station earlier, did you know that old cop? And did you beat up his son?"
Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "We were young and didn't know any better."
Lu Tao said, "From what that old cop said, Brother Yan, did you used to get into fights a lot?"
"Wait..." Pighead froze for a moment, then said, "Brother Yan, didn't you say you used to live around Chongwen Gate?"
"Yeah."
"They said you used to fight a lot too?"
"We were young and didn't know any better."
"Whoa, no wonder it sounded so familiar." Pighead wore an expression that said none of them knew anything. "You guys don't know, do you? Brother Yan was a major figure whose name echoed throughout the whole city."
"Aren't you insulting me? What's there to brag about when it comes to fighting and brawling? Everyone at this table is a college student—you're making me sound like some hooligan." Wang Yan waved a hand. "That's all in the past. We were young and didn't know any better. Nothing worth talking about."
Xiang Nan chimed in, "No, Brother, you have to tell us. You can't leave us hanging like that. We're curious."
Wang Yan shook his head as if helplessly, while Pighead laughed loudly and continued, "You're all good students, so you don't know about this stuff. Back when we were kids, when Brother Yan was fifteen or sixteen—that was sometime in the nineties—he was already unbeatable across Jingcheng. Every famous tough guy got beaten by Brother Yan at least once. And that wasn't even all. Later, he even went after people from the older generation.
"For those few years, Jingcheng was full