The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1794 Chasing and intercepting
Anson Wood appeared at London Heathrow Airport.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the airport in no time.

The gentleman who caused a sensation in North America and a global uproar disappeared without a trace after filming "The Hangover" wrapped. This wasn't the first or second time, but people were still shocked once again, after all, Anson was now a household name.

Imagine Leonardo DiCaprio wearing a brown paper bag hood and still being recognized, Ben Affleck completely burying himself in a hoodie but still being unable to hide, and Brad Peter being so well-covered that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him but he was still identified.

You don't even need a face; a figure, some movements, a few steps—that's enough to fool the discerning eyes of the general public.

But then, Anson disappeared again, vanishing just as he was reaching the pinnacle of his career.

It was so outrageous and shocking that even The Onion confidently claimed that Anson was an alien who had already returned to his home planet, and some people believed it.

There is even a group of UFO enthusiasts who believe that Anson may have been abducted by a UFO and disappeared without a trace, which is the only explanation.

As a result, Anson, who had vanished without a trace, appeared at Heathrow Airport in such an "ordinary" way? He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere like a mole?

incredible!

Then, Sharon witnessed this incredible and magnificent scene unfold before her eyes.

The crowd surged in from all directions, with figures constantly emerging from every corner, forming a heatwave that rushed into Anson's eye of the storm like a hurricane.

Not only the arrival hall, but also the second-floor skybridge, corridors, and lobby gradually became crowded. Passengers who had just landed, airport staff, passengers on their way to transfer flights, and so on all came rushing in, densely filling the walls of the entire atrium.

You can even see a huge crowd outside the automatically opening doors at the arrival hall exit, with people standing on tiptoe and craning their necks to peer inside.

The entire airport was completely paralyzed.

The scene was spectacular, with the trajectory of the surging crowd seemingly visible to the naked eye. The magnificent spectacle rendered words speechless, and those with trypophobia might faint on the spot.

Sharon wanted to get closer; a restless, moth-to-a-flame excitement churned in her stomach, her feet left the ground, and her body involuntarily leaned forward.

But she managed to control herself, very reluctantly—

She shouldn't have made things more chaotic; she shouldn't have created more danger. Anson just wanted to enjoy a peaceful vacation, and if it weren't for her, Anson probably wouldn't have caused any commotion, quietly leaving the airport and disappearing into the crowd.

If she could, Sharon would like to apologize to Anson.

Clearly, now is not the best time to apologize, so at the very least, she can keep her distance, not cause any more trouble, and not make the situation even more chaotic.

Through the crowd, Sharon could see Anson's movements; he neither left nor ran away nor made any rash moves, trying his best to avoid causing a disturbance.

Anson stood still, maintaining a smile and nodding repeatedly. Most importantly, he used his eyes, words, hand gestures, and body language to control the situation immediately, repeatedly calming the crowd down, maintaining order, and preventing any impulsive actions.

"Attention, camera."

With a casual gesture, Anson dropped a bombshell, and the crowd immediately began to murmur and look around, trying to find the hidden camera.

This scene, witnessed by Anson, brought a smile to his face.

"I'm just reminding everyone to watch their words and actions. Although this isn't The Truman Show, cameras are everywhere."

Haha, hahaha. The crowd erupted in cheers.

Anson was doing his best to control the situation, shaking hands and hugging everyone as much as possible. If that wasn't possible, high-fives or eye contact would do. Jokes and banter were constantly used to liven up the atmosphere.

"Oh, I never knew London could be so welcoming."

"What happened to the saying that the British never hug?"

"I almost thought I was in Sicily."

"Yes, this is the David Beckham fan meeting, you've come to the right place."

Hey, how's the weather today?

Laughter rose and fell incessantly, and silently and imperceptibly, the chaotic situation was completely brought under control.

One wave after another of people kept approaching, each one excited and overjoyed. If we weren't careful, it could easily turn into a disaster.

But when they saw the scene before them, Anson did not leave. Not only did he not leave, but he also patiently engaged in conversations with everyone. The surrounding crowd was orderly, which reassured the people who were arriving at the scene. They waited in the back with excitement and anticipation.

I don't know when it started, but some people actually started to line up obediently, and others quickly followed suit, and the long queue stretched out rapidly.

Heathrow Airport instantly transformed into a fan signing event.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not Doctor Who. It's a real shame, but I personally would very much like to meet him."

"How was it? Did you feel a little disappointed when you saw the real person? No three heads and six arms, no three eyes. To be honest, I was also a little disappointed when I saw myself in the mirror."

"I'm very sorry, I can't transform today because I didn't bring my uniform."

Strange requests kept coming in. Asking Anson to transform into Spider-Man was child's play, but it was truly laughable that people who didn't even know Anson were joining in the fun. However, Anson handled it with ease, using self-deprecation, banter, and jokes with ease, managing to deal with any situation effortlessly.

Five hundred people. One thousand people. Two thousand people.

When airport security personnel arrived at the scene, there were already more than 5,000 people inside and outside the airport, and the roads were completely blocked.

Surprisingly, despite the crowds, there was no chaos at all. The orderly and cheerful scene left the security personnel, who were used to all sorts of things, completely stunned. Their minds went blank, they doubted their eyes, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their minds were in a daze, and they couldn't react for a while.

Things shouldn't be like this, right?
Anson, standing in the crowd, noticed the security personnel and let out a long sigh of relief. "God, you've finally arrived."

Just as the security personnel thought Anson was about to remove his mask and reveal his true identity to get rid of the onlookers, Anson took the initiative to greet them, saying, "I'm sorry for the trouble. Please help to clear the exit and keep the daily routines of commuters from being disrupted."

This is an airport, a bustling transportation hub. People arriving here all have their own plans, whether they are taking a flight or arriving in London. But now, because of Anson, everything is in chaos. It's as if Anson alone has disrupted everyone's plans.

There is no doubt that this is something Anson does not want to see.

Anson looked at the dumbfounded security personnel and said with a smile, "As for those of us who are not responsible for millions of pounds every second, it doesn't matter if our schedules are delayed a little."

A joke was made, and the crowd burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)