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Someone once said that the greatest luxury was being able to give.
By that measure, Ali Hassan was a man of luxury. Raised on the streets, he returned to visit the slums whenever he could, even after becoming a hunter.
Haha! Here I am again, you beggars!
He never went empty-handed. Every time, he’d bring a truckload of bread. From atop the truck, he’d toss bread to the crowd, basking in his own display of generosity.
You see that? You see how rich I am? Take this and eat it, you idiots! Haha!
“Philanthropy?” “Noblesse oblige?” Ali had never learned such complicated words. He didn’t give to help others—he gave to flaunt. It was the only reason he’d begun giving at all. These bits of bread made no dent in the money that he earned in the dungeons as a hunter, no matter how many truckloads he emptied onto the street.
However, for all his boasting, there was one thing Ali never did. While he gave them food, he would never give them money. If I gave them money, they’d fight over it. Thugs would swarm here from all over...
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