I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind

Chapter 316 - 314: We’re All Family

Silas Grant tossed his cigarette aside, shrugging off his cumbersome overcoat and suit jacket and throwing them to Eric behind him.

In the biting wind, the man stood in just a thin shirt, a vest cinched around his lean, powerful waist. He deliberately unfastened his sleeve garters and cufflinks.

With a few soft clicks, the expensive jeweled cufflinks dropped to the ground.

Eric picked them up and sighed to himself, knowing blood would be shed tonight. It was unavoidable.

The only person who could stop this "battle" right now was Miss Grant.

But Eric suspected that Mr. Grant wouldn’t want Miss Grant to know about this.

’Best not to take matters into my own hands at a time like this.’

Clutching Silas Grant’s belongings, he retreated to the side and gave the nearby bodyguards a look, signaling them to wait for the right moment to act.

Atop the boarding stairs, Kian Keller stood against the evening wind, one hand resting on his cane.

His cold gaze swept over Silas Grant, as if he were completely unconcerned with what the man might do next.

Silas’s movements were slow and elegant as he rolled up his shirtsleeves, one fold at a time.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, folded them, and put them away.

When he looked up again, his usually smiling eyes swept a sharp, cutting gaze over the men opposite him.

Zelo was the first to go down.

He hit the ground on his back, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.

’It’s not that I can’t beat him,’ he thought. ’I just underestimated him too much.’

They had known all along that this particular Grant was no pushover, but they had never actually crossed blows with him, so they hadn’t held high expectations for his fighting ability.

After all, he, Aaron, and the others were all bona fide ex-special forces.

It was rare to find an ordinary person who could even last a few rounds with them.

Let alone someone who could knock him flat on his back just like that.

Soon, the scent of blood tainted the air.

It was impossible to tell whose.

But it certainly wasn’t Kian Keller’s.

Ignoring the chaos unfolding below, the man leaned on his cane and slowly descended the boarding stairs.

He almost brushed past Silas Grant’s shoulder, walking straight ahead without a sideways glance.

The next second, someone grabbed his collar from behind.

With a powerful tug, Silas Grant dragged him back and threw him against the boarding stairs.

His back slammed against the railing. The sharp impact sent a numbing jolt through his spine, and for a moment, it felt like he could hear bone cracking.

Kian Keller used his cane to steady himself and looked up. "This is between me and her. I will explain everything to her clearly."

Across from him, a lock of hair had fallen across Silas Grant’s forehead. It didn’t make him look disheveled; instead, it added a touch of defiant swagger.

His lips curled. "Is that so?"

"A pity, then, that you won’t be seeing her again."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the man’s gaze hardened, and his fist flew forward, cutting through the air.

Kian Keller remained expressionless, raising his cane to block the blow.

Though he wasn’t hit directly, the immense force of the impact still sent a jarring ache through his lower back.

The next second, Aaron scrambled to his feet and lunged at Silas Grant.

That was when Silas Grant’s bodyguards charged in.

While they were no match for ex-special forces soldiers, Silas Grant’s men were fearless and didn’t shy away from a head-on fight.

Fortunately, they were at a private terminal. Once it was locked down, no one would notice the commotion.

It certainly made things convenient for them.

In an instant, the tarmac transformed into a fighting pit.

The night surged around them, as if only one man would be leaving this place alive.

Pressing his cane hard against Silas Grant’s abdomen, Kian Keller said with an indifferent gaze, "You need to calm down."

"I’ve been perfectly calm since last night."

The pupils of the lion-like man were bottomless pits. "And my resolve hasn’t wavered either. You deserve to die."

Kian Keller’s eyes twitched. "It’s not your place to pass judgment."

"Everything is up to her to decide."

"Get out of my way."

Silas Grant let out a short laugh, grabbing the cane. As Kian tried to pull it back, Silas exploited the opening and slammed a fist into his abdomen.

A muffled grunt escaped Kian’s lips. A rib snapped.

But Silas Grant wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

He was going for the kill.

He raised his fist for a second strike, but before it could land, a nonchalant voice suddenly cut in—

"Hey now, what’s all this?"

"Having such a lively party this late at night, and you didn’t think to invite me?"

Yates Donovan strolled over from a distance, hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face.

Silas Grant glanced back at him, and Kian Keller seized the opportunity to use his cane to put some distance between them.

The brawling men were forced to separate, because Yates Donovan hadn’t come alone.

With a third party joining in, the situation was about to devolve into a melee.

The only problem was, neither of the original two sides knew what this third party’s objective was.

Were they reinforcements, or were they just here to stir the pot?

If they were reinforcements, whose side were they on?

Everyone was terrified of friendly fire.

Yates Donovan stopped in front of the two men. Seeing how disheveled these two, who were normally so meticulous about their appearance, now looked, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

While they weren’t looking, he took a quick photo with a SNAP. "If I send this picture of you two to Mia Grant, I bet she’ll get a good long laugh out of it."

A large, blood-stained hand reached for him. Yates Donovan dodged back. "Hey! I haven’t sent it yet. If you try to snatch my phone, I’ll send it right now."

Silas Grant narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing sticking your nose in this?"

"I didn’t want to," Yates Donovan said, putting his phone back in his pocket. "I was honestly just passing through. The airport told me my flight was delayed, and I was wondering what on earth the problem was."

"I was just looking out the window over there and thought they were filming an action movie. I come out to take a look, and lo and behold, it’s you two."

"We’re all good friends, good brothers, practically family in the future. Let’s be civil, huh? Why resort to violence?"

Yates Donovan adopted the air of the household’s matriarch, trying to placate both sides. "I mean, if word of this gets back to her, who does that help? In the end, we’ll all just get chewed out."

"Is there anything that can’t be solved by sitting down and talking things out peacefully?"

"Fists are meant for outsiders."

"Not for family."

"Only when we’re all harmonious and united on the inside can she focus on her studies without worry."

"We can’t let her get distracted. We have to be her good, supportive partners at home."

"Otherwise..." He smiled, extending a hand, his index finger wavering between them. "Someone’s going to get kicked out of the running. Now, which little contender will it b—"

His finger was seized and bent backward.

"AGH—PAIN, PAIN, PAIN!"

Silas Grant flung his hand away and glared at him. "Who sent you?"

"I really was just passing by." Yates Donovan shook his hand out. Luckily, Silas Grant hadn’t used enough force to break it.

"You’re making such a huge scene. Even if I hadn’t noticed, someone else would have. You want to be on the morning news together tomorrow?"

"That’s enough," Yates Donovan said, rolling his eyes. "The two of you are such a handful."

"Since when are you so kind-hearted?" Silas asked. "Wouldn’t you love for us to fight to the death so you can just swoop in and pick up the pieces?"

"Tsk, Silas, what a thing to say." Yates Donovan smiled and shrugged. "I’m not as petty as you two. I’ve always been completely selfless."

"Because I believe love is about acceptance, devotion, it’s about..."

Silas Grant kicked him, cutting off his nonsense.

Yates Donovan laughed and hopped away. "Anyway, stop fooling around."

"Instead of wasting time on petty squabbles like this, why don’t we try to solve the problem that’s actually making her anxious?"