NovelEnglishChapter 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. Killif 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCrack crack crack! The sound of the whip rang through the air, sending chills down one's spine in the otherwise silent dungeon.
Bowen's body was covered in blood in the blink of an eye, his gaze bloodshot to match. However, he did not let out a single sound.
Seeing as he was about to die, Tyson gestured for the rider to stop. "I'm going to give you one last chance, fella. Are you going to tellor not?" Tyson was nothing but furious then.
F*ck! If it had not been for the fact that he wanted to know how to use the magic bow, he would not have wasted his time.
However, Bowen was still Kokun's son at the end of the day, so he remained silent throughout the torture. Bowen trembled under the pain of the lashes on his body, his spirits positively in shambles. Yet his eyes flashed at Tyson's words.
"You're going to die a death ten thousand times worse than mine, Tyson..." Tyson was thoroughly enraged and stood up at once to cry out, "Motherf*cker! Light him on fire now!" As the words rang through the air, a rider strode forward quickly with a torch. Helit it on fire, holding it to the iron pole Bowen was tied to. All that could be seen was the pole heating up, instantly turning bright red with heat.
BUMS Argh...
Bowen let out a piercing howl at the pain, his back turning bloodier as he passed out once again.
The rider stepped back at once, asking in a cautious tone, "Head General, should I wake him up again?" Tyson took a deep breath. He did not answer immediately, his asheet expression shifting as his chest boiled with rage. He did not expect Bowen to refuse to talk.
A little over ten seconds later, Tyson spat coldly, "Watch over him and make sure he stays alive."
As he spoke, Tyson gripped the Sunset Bow tightly as he turned to Tyson w leave. Truthfully, Tyson wanted En.
nothing more than to kill Bowen. However, if Bowen died, Tyson would never know how to activate the bow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSince physical torture was not enough, he would just have to think of another way.
Following that, the other riders slowly left the dungeon as well.
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Whew...
The chilly night breeze whistled through the cracks in the dungeon, e no racks in t waking Bowen up with a shudder. Had he died?
Bowen opened his eyes slowly. He saw that he was still in the dungeon, and hopelessness, filled his chest. He clearly knew that Tyson would never stop torturing him untiDhe got what he wanted. en Under those circumstances, he was honestly better off dead.
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