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

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

going to give you one last chance, fella. Are you going

F*ck!

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

Bowen was still Kokun's son at the end of the day, so he remained

pain of the lashes on his body, his spirits positively in shambles. Yet

to die a death ten thousand times

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

strode forward quickly with a torch. Helit it on fire,

bright

BUMS

Argh...

a piercing howl at the pain, his back turning bloodier

back at once, asking in a cautious tone, "Head

took a deep

immediately,

shifting as

rage. He did

refuse

ten seconds later, Tyson spat coldly,