The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,Those eerie eyes suddenly widened, and a crimson gush flowed out, then slowly slid down along the corners of his eyes. The two lines of tears mingled with all the beads on his face and fell.,Suddenly, a figure flashed beside them. The newcomer saw the scene before them and was immediately furious.。