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

very

fair but a

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

guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way

“Why is he coming?”

arched his

specially to

of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the

he had a godlike

to contradict him, let

he was currently rushing back from abroad

think he wants to see me leave this place with his own eyes! As long 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

dismissive hand and no longer paid the prison

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

head, the

put down the Desert Eagle in his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In

a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode

stepped into the prison, the raucous

single sound could be

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

didn't

that person was none other than the warden of Northern

was cautiously knocking on the

not late, am I, Mr.

the door, not daring

man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a

walked in. “How did you find

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

is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore

what would it look

The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time

the warden declared, “You should be

“Let's leave, then!”

stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr.

“No.”

his head, his gaze a touch

ago, he deliberately came to this place, the

had now passed, but he still didn't