Dean didn't use the max strength that he felt he could use at that moment. He didn't want to kill the man, after all.
Once he gave that punch, he got frustrated. That feeling of negativeness and emptiness in his chest didn't disappear with just one punch. He needed more, but the man probably wouldn't resist.
Anyhow, even if he could resist it, Dean's left hand got broken due to the abnormal strength of that punch. His body wasn't used to that strength. Also, his bones were still cracked due to the harm he suffered from that attack back on Spear Forest, so it worsened his case.
Slowly, those black and red rays began to vanish. Nobody ever noticed the "Chaos" raising on the environment since it happened so fast.
That feeling remained on Dean's chest, though, like a disease that he couldn't get rid of.
The slave-dealer just stayed on the same spot, looking back and forth to Dean and his client. That event happened so suddenly that he couldn't even absorb it yet.
The girl's eyes kept staring at Dean in confusion.
She was sure that he wasn't too much older than her, and his body seemed to be malnourished and worn out. However, he was so strong that it seemed nearly unfair. She never saw a slave having such power before, not even Ascendant slaves.
Dean walked near the client, who had his jaw opened as if it lost its function. He wouldn't be able to talk even if he had the strength to do so. Also, several teeth weren't on his mouth anymore.
That sight made Dean feel somewhat disturbed. He never did such great harm to a human being with his own hands. Actually, it was his first time punching someone.
It didn't feel especially good, nor bad. He just felt like he did what he needed to do.
'Crave this feeling on your heart. For now, you are getting used to hurt people. But soon, you will need to feel the same way while killing someone. That's the only way.' He thought, feeling frustrated for his mistakes obliging him to go through this kind of thing.
"You are just a scumbag, lower than a slave. I hope that this mouth of yours never works again, so you won't be able to talk that bullshit."
The man used the last remnant of energy on his body to crawl away from Dean. Tears were falling down his eyes and he was trying to scream in agony and panic, but he could just make strange sounds with his mouth.
"You better never touch that girl, nor your 'boys'. Otherwise, their time will come as we--"
Dean was interrupted to keep talking when his mouth got covered by someone.
Looking behind, he saw that it was Rick who did it.
"You are talking too much for a damn slave!" He grabbed him by his shirt and smacked his body against the same wall which the client hit his head.
Dean felt his nose cracking when hitting that wall. It started to bleed nonstop, also as his right brow. That impact was stronger than he expected.
'This bastard got pissed off. Damn it...'
"H-Hey, Rick." Derek approached cautiously.
"Hey, Derek. I am sorry for all the trouble that my slave caused you. He is the stubborn type. I am trying to put the reins on him, but it is being very difficult. I might search for an Ascendant with the type of spell that I need to mess with the mind of this little scumbag."
Derek shook his head, not willing to make a big deal of that situation.
"Well, that's okay. My slaves also cause trouble sometimes. I saw that he got you a good amount of money today, so no wonder you kept him with you."
The slave-dealer looked at Dean as if he was some kind of dirty thing. Disgust was clear in his expression.
"I might have lost a client, and for sure a good deal with that slave that I am taking care of for a long time till now, but I can't really complain about you. You don't need to take responsibility for what this kind of shit beings do when they get bolder enough to act by themselves."
Derek wasn't different from other humans, after all. He despised slaves. For him, someone who lost all his dignity should just lower their heads once and for all and accept that they were just born to be low on the food chain.
He just went easy on that girl because of her genre. And she usually was very composed and quiet.
However, types like Dean made him want to puke. He hated them. He lost money several times because he couldn't sell this kind of slave.
"Well, we know each other for a long time until now, Rick. I won't ask too much than what is fair for now, you know?"
Although Rick just wanted to get out of that situation without any struggles, what Derek proposed was the best that he could get from that situation. The slave-dealer was being quite reasonable.
"Ok, just ask and you will have it, Derek."
The slave-dealer thought for a while, seeing his previous client being dragged for two people. He passed out after being approached and threatened by Dean. The other refugees were helping him to get out of the way and laying his body in a safer place.
"He dared to touch someone with his left hand. It is already harmed, as it seems, so breaks his entire arm. Also, I want you to pay a fair value for that slave."
"The same that you wanted the client to pay?" Rick asked, furrowing his brows.
"No, that was 50% more of the right price. I won't be a sucker with you. Of course, it will depend on how loud your slave will scream."
Rick chuckled, looking at Dean with a grim expression.
"See what kind of trouble you made me go through, scumbag? I hope you learn from the pain you will feel now." He said slowly and in a low voice.