Chapter 157 Barefoot Don’t Fear the Shod

• “What? Trying to scare me? Listen up. I’m from a remote village, got nobody but myself. There’s a saying: barefoot don’t fear the shod. My life’s worth squat. Push me hard enough, I’ll risk it all. You think I’m scared of you? Hurry up—three hundred grand. Not a penny less. Every five minutes, it goes up by a hundred grand. Better move.”
• Mr. Yancey shook with rage, breathing hard.
• He kept weighing it out: three hundred grand versus doing six months inside for a DUI. If he really went in for drunk driving, he’d definitely lose that Vice President seat. And if this blew up—him dragging a girl with her clothes torn to shreds out of a park in the middle of the night—how was he going to explain that? What would he tell his Darling and kids at home? Adding it all up, he was done.