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 and revealed

appeared to be very young, merely in his

but a

eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid

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

“Why is he coming?”

his eyebrow

coming specially to see

of Northern Crimson Prison had been helming the place for decades,

Crimson Prison, he had a

to contradict him, let alone defy

rushing back from abroad just to see

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 waved a dismissive hand and no

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

head, the prison guard then

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

hour later, a middle-aged man in military fatigues

into the prison, the raucous place instantly plunged into

a single sound could be heard

who were usually violent and savage, acted as though

petrified that they didn't even dare twitch a

that person was none other than the warden of

was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No.

late, am

outside the door, not

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

the door open and walked in. “How did you find it here for the past year,

food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring without

Goldstein, no woman is allowed in this prison...” The warden wore

a clubhouse! As such, what would it

pitiful act!” The man threw him an

“You should

“Let's leave, then!”

raised a hand than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have you found the

“No.”

his head, his

came to this place,

had now passed, but he still didn't