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 head and revealed

very young, merely in his

fair but a touch

only intimidating thing about him was his eyes. They were sharp like blades, cold and devoid of

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

“Why is he coming?”

man arched his eyebrow

coming specially to see

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

Prison, he had

contradict him, let

he was currently rushing back from abroad just to

Crimson Prison, he has no peace of mind! Tell him that he doesn't

dismissive hand and

“Understood, Mr. Goldstein!”

his head, the prison

His gaze turned a tad unfocused. “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. It seems that it's also time

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

prison, the

a single sound could be heard any

violent and savage, acted as though they saw something terrifying

they didn't even

was none other than

moment, he was cautiously knocking on the door of Cell No.

late, am I,

door,

man known as Mr. Goldstein placidly glanced at

walked in. “How did you find it here for the past

a mild voice, the man expounded, “The food has been pretty good, but it has been too boring

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

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

man threw him an impatient look. “Is it time

declared, “You should be leaving, Mr.

“Let's leave, then!”

than the warden immediately stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. “Mr. Goldstein, have

“No.”

shook his head, his gaze a touch

came to this place, the world's most dangerous prison, to search

had now passed, but he still