The ultimate husband

Chapter 5879

Hoho!

Bowen smirked coldly at Tyson's words, his eyes glinting with hatred. "Oh, I'll die before I hand over the ownership of the bow to money-hungry bastards like you." His tone was firm, not leaving any room for retaliation.

Tyson's expression shifted at Bowen's words, his eyes glinting murderously. "Being stubborn, are we? I'll see just how long that can last."

As he spoke, Tyson waved a hand.

One of the riders strode forward, gripping a leather whip tightly as he walked toward Bowen.

The next second, the whip was cracked. A crisp sound rang through the air as Bowen trembled, his flesh tearing open as blood gushed out to stain his clothing. Bowen gritted his teeth, not letting out a sound. He wanted to struggle, but his arms and legs were bound, and he could not move at all.

Tyson smirked mockingly at Bowen. "That doesn't feel very good, does it? Out with it, and you won't have to bear this pain any longer. Why hold on?" Whew!

Bowen took a breath, gritting his teeth even harder. "Give it up, Tyson. Kill me if you must."

As a man of the Raksasa tribe, Bowen was a headstrong and determined person. His will was not shaken in the slightest, not in the face of the bastard who killed his father. Tyson could barely control his rage and cried, "Very well, very well! Whip him! Whip him until he submits."

"Yes, General!"

The rider responded, brandishing the whip at Bowen once again.

Crack crack crack!

whip rang through the air, sending

of an eye, his gaze

Tyson gestured for the rider to stop. "I'm going to give you one

F*ck!

fact that he wanted to know how to use the magic bow, he would not have

the end of the day,

his body, his spirits positively in shambles. Yet his eyes flashed at Tyson's

going to die a death ten

was thoroughly enraged and stood up at once to cry

air, a rider strode forward quickly with a torch. Helit it on fire, holding it to the iron

bright red

BUMS

Argh...

let out a piercing howl at the pain, his back turning bloodier as he

stepped back at once, asking in a cautious tone, "Head General, should I wake

took a deep breath. He

immediately, his

as his

rage. He

refuse

later, Tyson spat coldly, "Watch over