Chapter 481 So It’s You, Punk

• A few breaths later, the two bodyguards Ye Yunjing had brought were sprawled beside him, out cold. Ye Yunjing was totally stunned—Maxwell York had just dropped each of them with a single kick. Didn’t even need real effort, and he was that badass? Rage burned through Ye Yunjing, but he didn’t dare mouth off. Just then, cops walked in from outside. Seeing the scene in the cell—and the broken shackle on Maxwell’s ankle—the officer’s face changed. He whipped out his baton and barked at Maxwell, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to stage a riot?” Maxwell didn’t bother responding. He walked over and sat on the bed in the infirmary. Moments later, Maxwell had been fitted with a thicker shackle, and Ye Yunjing was standing outside the cell, watching him through the window. Ye Yunjing’s face was dark as a storm. Blood stained the corner of his mouth—the kick Maxwell had given him earlier. “Maxwell, you better watch yourself. Don’t forget—you’re still in jail.” Ye Yunjing threatened. “You dared lay hands on me in a cell? Fine. Enjoy rotting in there for life.” He spat the words and turned to leave. Maxwell didn’t even spare him a glance. In his eyes, Ye Yunjing was nothing but a noisy clown. Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhou Ningning had already gotten the Zhou family to bail her out. The one who came was Zhou Fa, the head of the Zhou family’s Hongguang branch in the provincial capital. “Brother Fa, please help bail out Mr. York too,” Zhou Ningning pleaded. Zhou Fa was her cousin. In Northbury, her brother handled things; the cousin was in charge here in the provincial capital. Before she walked into the station, Zhou Ningning had already contacted Zhou Fa to come fix this. Zhou Fa sighed. “Little sis, it’s not that I won’t help. But Maxwell is someone the Yorks specifically ordered to keep locked up. My words mean nothing.” “This is the provincial capital, not Northbury. The Yorks own this turf.” Zhou Fa was helpless. He knew the ‘Mr. York’ Zhou Ningning meant was Maxwell York. He also knew Maxwell had saved the old man. He wanted to help bail Maxwell out, but he was powerless. The station refused and told him to go talk to the Yorks. Zhou Ningning, disappointed, headed to Maxwell’s cell. Maxwell saw Zhou Ningning outside, with Zhou Fa behind her who looked a bit like her, and got it at once—the Zhou family had come to bail her out. “Mr. York, I’m sorry. They won’t let us bail you out…” Zhou Ningning said, voice heavy. Maxwell stood and came over. The two were separated by the cell door. He smiled. “It’s fine. Relax. They won’t dare touch me.” “Go bail out that monk first.” “The Yorks came for me. The monk will get out.” Maxwell’s face stayed calm. Behind Zhou Ningning, Zhou Fa watched him and couldn’t help nodding to himself. Locked up and still this composed—yeah, he wasn’t ordinary. Zhou Ningning was still upset, but she knew there wasn’t much she could do. Seeing Maxwell so at ease, she said, “Then be careful, Mr. York. We’ll wait for you outside.” Maxwell nodded. Zhou Ningning quickly left to get Wufan bailed out. In a café not far from the station, Zhou Ningning sat with Wufan in a red robe. Wufan stared at the police station, then blurted, “Master’s wife, I’m not afraid of those cops. I can go save Master right now!” Hearing him call her “master’s wife,” Zhou Ningning blushed, but she let it slide. She shook her head. “Mr. York said we don’t need to go rescue him. We’ll stay put in the provincial capital and wait for him.” Her eyes were still fixed toward the station. The Fengs. In his study, Feng Cheng wore a tight frown, mood in the gutter. The Feng family had just lost five billion; it gutted their strength. And all of it was thanks to that punk. Just then, the second son of the Fengs hurried into the hall. “Big Bro, that punk is locked up in the station now!” “His name’s Maxwell York, the Yorks’ illegitimate son from years ago. The Yorks told the cops to grab him!” Feng Cheng froze. The Yorks’ bastard? Locked up in the station?