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!

rang through the air, sending chills down one's spine

in the blink of an eye, his gaze bloodshot to match. However, he did not let out a single

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

F*ck!

to know

the end of

of the lashes on his body, his

to die a death ten

thoroughly enraged and stood up at once to cry out, "Motherf*cker! Light

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

turning bright red

BUMS

Argh...

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

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

deep breath.

immediately, his

shifting as his

with rage. He did not

refuse

ten seconds later, Tyson spat coldly, "Watch over him