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?”

last, the man raised

very young, merely in his

but a

his eyes. They were sharp like

already on his

“Why is he coming?”

arched his

coming specially to see you

Crimson Prison had been helming the

Crimson Prison, he had a godlike existence and

to contradict him,

rushing back from abroad just to

long as I'm at Northern Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he

and no longer paid the prison guard any

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

head, the

turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye,

in military fatigues strode

the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into

could

savage, acted as though

so petrified that they didn't even dare twitch

was none other than the warden of Northern Crimson

was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No.

late, am I,

door, not daring to enter

Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at him

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

man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring

woman is allowed in this prison...”

not a clubhouse! As such, what would it

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

the warden declared, “You should

“Let's leave, then!”

up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the item you've been looking for in

“No.”

shook his head, his gaze

he deliberately came to this place, the world's

had now passed, but he still didn't