It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Ian hadn't been to this place in a long time, he couldn't even remember the last time he was here. Or maybe it was because he didn't want to remember it at all.

But whatever it was, Ian's being here now was of course for a completely different reason.

He walked in as his eyes looked around the room, with a face that looked completely unconcerned about his surroundings.

Because it was still not too late, there were not too many visitors to the Arena and only a few old customers could be seen who were almost always there.

Most of them recognized Ian and greeted him quite kindly. Well, it was quite a friendly greeting for a place as loud as this.

"What should I do?" Ian asked in a low voice. He wore an earpiece to communicate with the people in the van, outside this Arena, where Diego, Lexus and several others were waiting for his 'go' signal.

"Can't you just create a little fuss?" Lexus grumbled impatiently. "I think you're the right person to look up to."

Ian clicked his tongue impatiently. "No one here is looking for trouble with me."

Of course they wouldn't be looking for trouble with Ian, given his infamous reputation. During his time there and being a fighter, Ian could almost say, he never lost, be it a serious fight or a silly brawl.

Therefore, how could they be the ones to start a fight with him?

"In that case, why don't you just get into trouble with them?" Lexus asked impatiently. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming from having to deal with someone like Ian. "Come on, you are a Damn fighter, you can grab the biggest guy in there and get him into a fight and make a fuss."

Ian didn't think that such a method would work, but it couldn't hurt to try, right?

"Okay," Ian said hesitantly.

But then he walked over to the biggest man he could see in the room. It was Ronan, one of the bartenders there, with a body covered in hideous tattoos.

They didn't really have a close relationship and were only working partners, so maybe Ian could irritate him?

Once near Ronan, Ian picked up a bottle of whiskey and slammed it against the side of the table, sending its contents and broken glass shards flying everywhere.

Hearing the loud noise, everyone present turned to see what had happened. But, Ian just stood there. Holding the broken bottle, he stared at Ronan, waiting for the big man's reaction.

"If you're not in a good mood, go and register yourself for tonight's fight, don't waste my drinks, because they will simply deduct it from your next paycheck."

Those were the words Ronan spoke before he returned to his own work.

Ian really didn't know what to say. Wasn't this the moment Ronan got aggressive with him and started fighting? But, why were Ronan's words sounding more like a piece of advice instead?

"Hey!" Ian cried and then walked over to Ronan. "I'm still not done with you!"

Ronan lifted his head from under the cooler and tossed a can of beer at Ian, which he instinctively caught.

"Drink this and go somewhere else, let's say, It's my treat."

Huh?

At this point, Ian didn't know what to say anymore, should he go at Ronan directly and challenge him to a fight?

But, before Ian could decide what he should do, someone had patted him on the back and made him turn his head.

Ian's brow furrowed when he saw Lexus behind him, but before he could say a word, or ask what this man was doing here, a fist flew toward Ian's face, knocking him down to the floor.

"What the hell!?" Ian exclaimed in surprise and looked at Lexus in disbelief. What was that punch for?!

However, Ian didn't get the answer he wanted, because the next instant, he saw a champagne glass flying toward him.

"Stop it!" Ian was annoyed that Lexus kept throwing the glasses at him.

However, the situation turned serious when Lexus took the ice pick and walked toward him with quick steps and an expressionless face.

Shit! What's gotten into this man's body?! Is he seriously going to kill him?!

Ian, who felt that his life was in danger, immediately got up and started to fight back. He also grabbed a glass and threw it at Lexus, which the latter managed to dodge before hitting Ian in the face.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

No matter where or who started it, another commotion broke out on the other side of the place, and on another side not too long after.

"Shit!" Ronan cried loudly. "What is this?! Why is everyone fighting!?" he couldn't stay still anymore and started running with a bottle opener in his hand.

Meanwhile, from the direction of the door, several people, who seemed to be the security guards of this place, immediately ran in to secure the situation.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Lexus exclaimed when he saw that Ian was about to hit him with a bottle. "We should check into that room, shouldn't we?" Lexus pointed toward the door from which the guards came out.

While around them, commotion and rioting had broken out and it was almost difficult to control.

"You finally realized it?!" Ian screamed in annoyance. He lowered the bottle in his hand, but didn't let go.

"Can't you see that I'm just pretending?!" Lexus replied, no less cynical.

"You think this is a fake one too?!" Ian showed the wound on his hand to Lexus' face. Just a moment ago, Lexus stabbed his arm with an ice pick, although it wasn't deep and didn't cause any serious injuries, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

On the other hand, Lexus, who saw the wound, just tilted his head and blew on the wound. "It's okay, it'll heal in a minute," he said lightly, as if by blowing on Ian's wound the pain would go away. "Let's go."

Ian, who saw what Lexus was doing, could only stand there frozen, unable to say anything.

This man was outright crazy, just like his brother.

Then, without saying anything, Ian walked up to Lexus and hit the back of his head a little too hard.

"What are you doing?!" Lexus growled while holding his head.

Ian then blew on his head and said, "let's go."