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?”

the man raised his

to be very young, merely in his

fair but

They were sharp like blades, cold

on his way back from abroad and will land in an

“Why is he coming?”

man arched his eyebrow

specially to see

had been helming the place for decades, but he had never seen

had a godlike existence and

to contradict him, let alone

from abroad just to

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

he waved a dismissive hand and no longer paid

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

head, the prison guard then

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

a middle-aged man in military fatigues strode toward

stepped into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into

could

violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying

so petrified that they didn't

than

was cautiously knocking on the door of

am I, Mr.

outside the door, not daring to enter without

The man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced

Mr. Goldstein!” The warden gingerly pushed the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year,

been too

allowed in this prison...”

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

act!” The man threw him an impatient

warden declared, “You should

“Let's leave, then!”

hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground.

“No.”

shook his head, his

place, the world's most dangerous prison, to search for

passed, but