What savagery

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As Jeremy retired from the racing industry and faded out of the public eye, the discussion about us gradually quieted down.

The audience dispersed and the story was over. Everything seemed to have come to an end.

One night, I tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. I got up and scrolled through my Facebook feed when I accidentally saw a post from Jeremy.

There was no caption but only a picture of the road in the countryside. The road across the boundless wilderness was endless, and it was located in a mountainous area of the Peak District.

It seemed that he had led a group of racers through the uninhabited area.

It was indeed what he would do. Freedom was in his blood. On the road to challenging his limits, he probably wouldn't be able to stop.

I turned over and was about to go to sleep when my cell phone rang.

It was a call from home.

In the middle of the night, I became nervous suddenly.