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.,The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,The iron arm around his waist suddenly contracted, as if trying to pull the ground into its embrace. Lou Qi had reached a state of absolute might, the kind that belonged to a man! But screw it, he used to be able to stand undefeated against ten burly men in a one-on-one fight. Who could tell him why he was now struggling against the hold of just one man Damn it!。