Watching the vehicle move away, the older member of the police patrol duo shrugged his shoulders and sighed to his younger partner, "You see, that's the strange hobby of the rich."
"Is it to showcase their virtue of being charitable, or just to show off in front of their female companion?" the young policeman said, noticing that the beggar had slipped into an alleyway, "He knows his place, too. If he dared to stop cars again, we would definitely have chased him away, wouldn't we?"
"Yes, the nobles wouldn't like to see people begging on the main streets," replied the older one, sighing helplessly upon hearing the sound of a motorcycle engine behind him. "You see, more and more rich people are appearing, and everyone is starting to dislike those cumbersome carriages and the horses that pull them through the streets."
