The Legendary Man

At Northern Crimson Prison located in Sanguine Desert, wind and sand swirled in the air, seemingly intent on submerging the entire prison.

The prison confined the most sadistic murderers in the world, including serial killers who were the world's most wanted fugitives.

That aside, the Rainy Night Butcher who had slaughtered a family of more than a dozen people and top-notch hackers who had infiltrated the Sanctum were also imprisoned there.

Furthermore, the prison incarcerated the world's top killer who had failed to assassinate the leader of a particular country but annihilated more than a dozen special forces before going on the lam.

Each and every single criminal imprisoned there had the blood of at least a dozen lives on their hands.

Thus, their hands and legs were manacled with heavy iron chains.

In front of their prison cells were fully armed guards who kept watch 24/7.

The security was so tight that not even a fly could escape.

However, there was an exception.

The man seemingly never killed anyone and hadn't the slightest hint of murderous aura.

In fact, it appeared as though he had been imprisoned there by mistake.

There were no chains on his hands or feet, and he wasn't even wearing a prison uniform.

No one knew his name, much less why he was being locked up in the prison.

All they knew was that he came to Northern Crimson Prison alone a year ago without the escort of any guards.

And surprisingly, the look in the eyes of the prison guards when they regarded him showed a faint trace of reverence.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A prison guard holding a tray in his hand knocked on the man's prison door. “Mr. Goldstein, I'm here to deliver your meal!”

“Okay. Just put it down.”

The man didn't even bother to lift his head as he toyed with a Desert Eagle in his hands.

In less than a minute, he had already disassembled the Desert Eagle and reassembled it perfectly.

The speed of his hands was so swift that it would be nigh on impossible for even military personnel to trump him.

“It's your last day here at Northern Crimson Prison, Mr. Goldstein!”

The prison guard put the tray down, but he didn't leave.

“It's been a year?”

raised his head

to be very young,

fair but

was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of

is already on his way back from

“Why is he coming?”

man arched his eyebrow a

to see

Prison had been helming the place for decades,

Northern Crimson Prison, he had

one dared to contradict him,

from abroad

Crimson Prison, he has no peace of

he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

his head, the

really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also

an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues

the prison, the raucous place instantly

a single sound could be

who were usually violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying

petrified that they didn't even dare

than the warden of Northern Crimson

knocking

am I, Mr.

door, not daring to

Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced

open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past

been too boring without

Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore

prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like

threw him an impatient look.

Nodding, the warden declared, “You

“Let's leave, then!”

warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein,

“No.”

his head, his gaze a

he deliberately came to this place, the world's most dangerous prison, to search

year had now passed, but he still didn't find