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.,A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.,Several people suddenly seemed to be struck, dumbfounded.。