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 his head

appeared to be very

wasn't fair but a

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

on his way back from abroad and will land in an

“Why is he coming?”

his eyebrow a

specially to see

of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades, but he had

Crimson Prison, he had a godlike

one dared to contradict

from abroad just to

as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't need to come and see me if he takes more than half an hour. Instead, just go back where he

hand and no longer paid the prison

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

his head, the prison guard then

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

in military fatigues

he stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly

could be heard

acted as though they saw

they didn't even dare twitch

person was none other than the warden

that moment, he was cautiously knocking on the

late, am I,

stood outside the door,

known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving

and walked in. “How did

voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without

Goldstein, no woman is allowed in

clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to

man threw him an impatient

declared, “You should be leaving, Mr.

“Let's leave, then!”

had the man raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been

“No.”

head, his gaze

deliberately came to this place, the world's

but he still didn't find