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

be very young, merely in his

but a touch

thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like

on his way back from

“Why is he coming?”

arched his eyebrow

specially to see you

the place for decades,

Northern Crimson Prison, he had a godlike

dared to contradict him,

from abroad just to see

at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no

and no longer paid the

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

the

his hands. His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an

an hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right on

into the prison, the raucous place instantly

could be heard

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

they didn't even dare twitch a

none other than the warden of Northern

was cautiously knocking on the

late, am I, Mr.

door,

as Mr. Goldstein placidly

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

it has been too boring

no woman is allowed in

clubhouse! As such, what would

act!” The man threw him an

the warden declared, “You

“Let's leave, then!”

immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item

“No.”

man shook his head, his gaze a

to this place, the world's most

but he still didn't find

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