The bustling snack shop never lacked customers.
In a corner beneath the glass near the shop entrance, an old Tricolor Cat was crouching toward the ground, lowering her presence as much as possible so she would not provoke any unwarranted malice from humans.
Laughter echoed nearby.
The Tricolor Cat was already very old. She shook her heavy head, as though trying to understand human speech.
She could not really make out what the humans were saying.
Even though she had lived in human society for more than twenty years, she could only understand a few of the most basic sentences.
The thug pressed closer step by step.
The Tricolor Cat clamped down on the object in her mouth and backed away several paces.
Bang—
The glass door was slammed shut.
The Tricolor Cat reacted sluggishly, her back striking the wall.
The thug laughed carelessly as he advanced with heavy steps, steadily closing in on the old cat below, who did not even reach his ankles.
He reveled in the feeling of being human—the natural dominion humans held over other weak species, an absolute control he had never possessed anywhere else.
The Tricolor Cat was already very old, and her fur had nearly withered in color, with not a trace of its former luster left across her body.
At that moment, she opened her murky eyes and warily stared at the human before her. Her four paws kept retreating until she was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to go.
Suddenly, a female university student who had been eating could not stand watching any longer.
Her eyes were exceptionally clear, and her sense of justice was overflowing. She planted her hands on her hips and blocked the thug's path. "What are you trying to do? How can you bring yourself