Although the two men were greatly shaken, they were already committed and had no choice but to attack. With a loud shout, they fiercely hacked towards Yang Yan.
However, just as their long knives fell, Yang Yan's figure once again vanished into thin air.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the man wielding the gun.
"Is this the fighting style of the Hidden World? Truly shocking! Unfortunately, we won't be able to witness it again."
The man released his grip, and the uniquely shaped gun fell to the ground with a thud.
"Mick, you should go quickly; we've failed."
After speaking, the man slowly sat on the ground, took a cigarette from the pouch on his chest, and heavily inhaled it.
"It's truly a pity! We couldn't enter the Hidden World and see that colorful world. Yet, to die by your hand makes our lives worthwhile."
The man suddenly laughed, with no fear in his eyes but only relief.
"Oh? You, a person of the real world, actually recognize me?"