Chapter 130

Jonathan put on a rather sour expression as he looked at Logan. "Yes, I fought him. What of it? Sure, it's one thing if a random punk likes my sister, but when my own friend is thinking about my sister, how can I not give him a beating?" He shot a challenging glance at Logan. "Back then, you weren't a match for me. I remember I gave you a bloody nose. Do you still remember?" Logan touched his nose with a smirk. "True. But if I remember correctly, you didn't come out of it unscathed, either. Your eye was swollen, and I recall something about a sprained arm." I couldn't hold back my curiosity. "So, who won? Did my brother win, or was it you?" "I won," they both said simultaneously, shooting each other a look. Finally, Jonathan muttered reluctantly, "Fine. He won, but not without a struggle. I still had him pinned to the ground, though." Logan chose not to argue. "So…" I pieced together the story, still a bit amazed. "What you're saying is, Logan was actually the first person who