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.,Suddenly, a figure flashed beside them. The newcomer saw the scene before them and was immediately furious.,"Hawk." A low voice, laced with surprise. "Hold on, I'm not hurt."。