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?”

long last, the man raised

be very young, merely in

but a

thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold

slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad

“Why is he coming?”

his eyebrow

to see you

Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but

he had a godlike existence

dared to contradict him, let

he was currently rushing back from abroad just to see the

as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he

waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison guard

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

head, the prison guard

Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year

man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on the

into the prison, the raucous place instantly

single sound could be

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

so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch

than the warden of

moment, he was cautiously knocking

am I, Mr.

the door, not daring to enter without

man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly

pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here

too boring without

allowed in this prison...”

a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle

drop that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look.

“You should

“Let's leave, then!”

man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from

“No.”

head, his gaze a touch

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

but he still didn't find