137, head of the household!

Even as the group of smuggled immigrants scattered in a mad dash, there were four individuals who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

The first to stand their ground was a young couple dressed in windbreakers, who held hands the entire time, excitedly watching Li Qingming's performance.

Then there was the little girl in the white dress, who stared blankly at Li Qingming throughout, as if she had been frightened into immobility; her mother's calls did not make her run.

Last of all was Shi Ziqiang, sitting on the bench, leaning on his katana; he had kept his gaze fixed on Li Qingming without blinking.

Seeing Li Qingming walk away, he finally sneered with the rest of the people:

"Very good, this exaggerated performance has just revealed the fact that he's pretending to be crazy."

"We've all seen real madmen, and we should know that a truly insane person wouldn't behave so wildly."