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 and revealed his

be very young, merely in

fair but

eyes. They were sharp like blades,

guard nodded slightly. “Yeah! The warden is already on his way back from abroad and will land

“Why is he coming?”

arched his

to

Crimson Prison had been helming the

Northern Crimson Prison, he had a

contradict him, let alone defy

rushing back from abroad just

sneered, his gaze cutting. “Hah! See me off, my foot! I 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 hour. Instead, just

he waved a dismissive hand and no longer

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

his head, the

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

a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward the prison right

moment he stepped into the prison, the raucous

could be heard any

as though they saw something

so petrified that they didn't even

that person was none other than

was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No.

late, am I, Mr.

stood outside the door, not daring to enter

Goldstein placidly glanced at him before waving a hand and

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

it has been too boring without a woman! How nauseating to be with

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

prison, not a clubhouse! As such, what would it look like to smuggle in a few

that pitiful act!” The man threw him an impatient look. “Is it

“You should be leaving,

“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

this place, the world's most dangerous prison,

had now passed, but he still