The Old Man Marx

"Huh?"

Logan instinctively recoiled as the man's lips hovered mere millimeters from the tip of his shoe.

"Sir, please spare my life!" The salesman pleaded desperately, his voice cracking with fear. As Logan stepped back, the man abruptly began banging his own head on the ground three times, blood streaming down his forehead and face.

Tears mingled with blood as the salesman continued, his voice choked with remorse, "I have eyes, yet I cannot see your greatness clearly! I have committed a grave error and deserve severe punishment from you!"

The salesman appeared utterly despondent, having encountered a millionaire only to offend him in a deeply immoral manner.

Meanwhile, Logan's facial expression remained largely unchanged.

"Stop your nonsense," Logan said flatly. "You've injured yourself; don't expect me to bear responsibility for your foolishness."

The salesman lifted his face, gazing earnestly at Logan, his expression tinged with confusion.

"But, Master, I humiliated you earlier..."