Max stared at the well-dressed man who had just bowed to him, his mind struggling to process what he'd just heard."I'm sorry, did you just call me 'Young Master'?" Max asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.The man maintained his dignified posture. "Indeed, I did, Young Master Max.""Look, about the fight," Max started, raising his hands defensively. "Those guys were harassing that woman. I know I shouldn't have gotten physical, but—""Please, there's no need to explain," the man interrupted gently. "I'm not a lawyer.""You're not?"Tears welled up in the man's eyes as he gazed at Max. "No, Young Master. I... I've finally found you. After all these years."Max let out a nervous laugh. "Found me? Is this some kind of joke?""I assure you, this is no joke," the man replied, his voice thick with emotion."Listen, I'm just a college student," Max said, shaking his head. "I can barely afford instant noodles. Whatever you think—""The explanations can wait," the man interjected
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