Actually Picking It Open. Specifically Trained

The man who was called Brother Xiong looked up at Yun Jian halfheartedly before he arched a brow and whistled, looking at Yun Jian in slight provocation and talked to her in a thuggish tone, "Oh, ho, look! Where does this little girl come from? She's asking us to die too—Where? How? Heh!"

Brother Xiong then rubbed his hands together with a cackle as he took one large step toward Yun Jian.

"Sending yourself here… Girl, you're together with that one in the room huh? Why don't you have some fun with the few of us? Heh heh, we're all pretty skilled! Do you want to have a try…" 

Brother Xiong rubbed his palms and the back of his hands as he cackled lecherously.

Halfway through his sentence and while he was still rubbing his hands together, Yun Jian had gone over and kicked him away to head to Room 319.