The cars ahead were speeding, and although Zheng Tan was a bit more special in constitution compared to other cats, he wasn't a super cat, nor was he a god. Even taking a shortcut merely shrank the distance a little, and once it was a straight path, Zheng Tan continued to be left far behind.
After chasing such a long distance, his physical strength was nearing its limit, his body felt like it was on fire, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Zheng Tan saw that the traffic light at the upcoming crossroads was about to turn red; he estimated that the car ahead should hit the red light when it got there.
He made an effort to ignore the discomfort in his body and kept chasing, his gaze fixed on that crossroads. Several times he nearly crashed into people; a few pedestrians on the sidewalk pointed at Zheng Tan's retreating figure and muttered, though he didn't bother listening to what they were saying—it was definitely nothing good.
