Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 887

The building had a heavily guarded entrance through which he can enter the largest and most famous underground fight club in the whole of North America.

The deals here were dark and spine-chilling. Almost every day, someone died in the arena. But the money they can make in just an hour on the stage was more than what most people made in their entire lives.

The fight club had seven floors underground. The top four were for trading, and the bottom three were for life-or-death fights.

Each floor took up roughly 3,000 square meters, also known as North America's famous lawless zone.

Nobody dared to pick fights casually here. Even the top-notch killers on the hitmen ranking list had to behave once they stepped inside.

Here, one can choose to wear a mask or not. It's up to themselves.

Ever since Ian entered, he's been taking the special passage, and then he stopped in a room.

From this room, one can watch the fights in the arena below. Right now, a man and a wild wolf were launching their final attack.

There's a huge one-way glass window in front, with the largest electronic screen in the club displaying the fight countdown.

On both sides of the screen, the amount of money bet on each side was displayed.

Ten billion dollars in cash had been bet on the man winning and a whopping hundred billion dollars on the wolf.

Just one fight involved such a massive cash transaction. They can only imagine how crazy the cash flow was in the entire fight club every day.

A woman walked in slowly and handed him a cup of coffee.

Ian didn’t take it, just kept watching the fight below.

He used to come here occasionally in North America, and once he was here, he would stay for an entire afternoon.

The woman brought over a bunch of green grapes and peeled one for him with her fingertips.

“Ian.” She called out, holding the grape to his lips.

Ian, “Nydia, I'm not hungry.”

“What's wrong? You came so suddenly this time. Don't you want to be the president of the Raymond Corporation?”

She seemed to have a low opinion of the Raymond Corporation.

Ian, “No.”

The woman popped the grape into her mouth, licking the juice off her fingertips.

She said, “So you're in love.”

Ian didn't answer, just focused on the fight below.

The man was losing, the wolf was still ferocious, and the crowd outside was screaming like crazy. It was like the primal hell.

Every floor had such a room, offering a panoramic view of the arena. These rooms were meant for the owners of the fight club.

Just as Ian was thinking about joining the fun, the woman's lips lunged at him.

He quickly turned his head, and the kiss intended for his lips landed on his cheek.

His face darkened, and his eyes were filled with anger.

The woman covered her face with a fan, laughing flirtatiously.

She said, “You're so resistant. Looks like you really have someone you like. Do you want to go down to fight today? Are you in a bad mood?”

Ian grabbed a tissue from the side and wiped the lipstick mark off his cheek, his movements stiff.

He lowered his eyelashes and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, revealing his muscular abs and perfect abdominal lines.

His physique was very popular, both at home and abroad.