Chương 84: Chapter 84: THAT place

Rick's group spent nearly one week running their business on Refuge Crystal.

Their time there would be very good if Dean did not snap and punch someone as powerful as Derek's client right on the face and nearly kill the man from head trauma.

That weakling had hit his head against the wall after Dean's punch sent him flying. It was enough to crack his skull. That guy was just some softy who was powerful just because of his wealth.

Anyway, when someone knew how to use their wealth in the right places, it could be just as strong as "Willpower" and "Chaos". That is, among humans.

After that guy woke up and began to remember everything that happened, he bribed the guards of Refuge Crystal to keep an eye on Rick's group and prevent that they could have any freedom inside the refuge.

Because of it, the group wasn't allowed even to enter restaurants to eat something, or then buy the most basic things.

Everything that they sold was high taxed by the Council of the refuge, in which that client also had a lot of influence inside.

After all that fuss, and much more measures that they took against the group, the refugees began to avoid Rick's carriage.

The entire black market was on their tail, also as the Council and some other influent people of Refuge Crystal. They didn't want to buy Rick's products and get aimed as well. Due to this fact, they turned their backs to them and never went to buy "Willpower" anymore.

Each day more, living on that refuge was the same as surviving outside it. And, in replacement to the Dreads, there was a bunch of powerful people annoying the group.

After that entire week, on the night of their last day in the refuge, Rick and the others got kicked from the hotel that they rented.

They were sure that some of the items left inside the room were still there, but they couldn't make any fuss to try to enter there and reclaim their goods. Otherwise, the guards would have reasons to get them.

Like this, the group needed to leave the refuge. They didn't have a place to eat, nor to sleep, much less to buy anything for their basic everyday necessities.

Of course, they set a camp still on the inner side of the lakes, so they wouldn't have a problem with the Dreads on their first night outside.

The four tents were assembled some meters far away from each other, but always circling the campfire. Their goods were hidden inside the tents, and some other less important things were spread on the ground.

That was the usual scenario of the camping that they always did.

With an exception...

"Don't you think that it is enough, Rick?" Hector said, approaching his leader.

The guy wasn't resting inside his tent like he always did in the exact moment when it was finished.

"I will keep doing this until a drop of tear gets out of his freaking eyes..." He said while gritting his teeth hard.

Hector got wary of Rick. It was rare to see his leader act with such anger.

Actually, the only thing that could get him so furious was when he lost money because of someone else's fault.

Rick had his usually tired eyes glazed this time. He was without shirt and sweating buckets. His messy hair was even messier than before. The chain attached to his right arm was covered in blood and flesh.

In front of him, tied in a tree with his feet not touching the ground, was Dean.

The boy barely could be recognized. Not just his body was thoroughly harmed and his skin was flayed, but it was also covered in blood, making it impossible to recognize his face. The boy was clearly passing out.

In order to prevent him to pass out from the pain, Rick got a bucket filled with cold water and threw its content on him.

"I also think that he will die if you keep up..." Kevin approached Hector and Rick, commenting.

"I didn't ask for your opinion. Neither of you!" Rick snapped.

Hector gave a step back and Kevin stopped to get closer. They just solemnly watched Dean getting the beating of his life, even though it was a bit painful to witness.

"Don't you think that a rope or a whip is better Rick?" Asked Clay. Different from the others, he was just eating his dinner and preparing himself to go to sleep. "Your chain is breaking his bones. It's way too heavy."

Rick shook his head.

"No. This piece of shit already got used to the whip and the rope. I don't know how he can do this, but..." Rick never saw a slave as stubborn as him.

Dean had determination. This point he noticed a long while ago. However, he couldn't come up with a logical reason why he just didn't break by any means.

"Do you have any idea about what you will do with him, Rick? I mean, a stubborn person like him never will listen to you. No matter how many restrictions you put in Emperor's touch, he will find a way to go through it. Also, as long as we keep trying to teach him a lesson, his body gets more and more useless." Hector asked, cautiously.

Rick got silent for a while, rubbing his beard with a disgruntled expression.

"I have an idea. But it doesn't make me too happy. However, it's more assertive than using Emperor's touch." He spoke.

Clay seemed to know what was going on there. He glanced at Rick with a worried expression, but then shrugged and looked away.

That man trusted Rick for almost everything, so he knew that the guy was sure of what he was going to do.

"However, for this, we will need to go to THAT place..."

"Are you saying... that refuge that they call..." Kevin began to say but got interrupted when Rick swung his chain and hit Dean again, this time on the shoulder.

The boy didn't even flinch, nor screamed. He just kept looking with hatred toward Rick.

"Yes, THAT place, Kevin. Willing us or not."

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