“Out,” he repeated sternly, while the women looked at them completely aghast an confused. After a few seconds, however, they seemed to decide that getting out was the best idea, even as one of them snapped a couple covert photos of the two men with her phone.

The elevator finally vacated, Lan Zhan stepped into it.

He looked at the buttons, half lidded and frowning, clearly trying to remember what exactly he was supposed to do now and—

Well. Just pressed every button from their number down.

One of them would work.