The night was coming.
Big Orange's heart was burning with anger. It would explode if it did not vent its anger to the enemy. Although it seemed to be broad and fat, its movements were quite flexible. A cat rushed onto the main road of the central axis of the village first, followed by its subordinates: sleekly built stray cats.
At that moment, a large portion of the villagers were at home eating, and there were not a lot of people on the road. No one would have thought that an army made up of stray cats would be sweeping through the village.
Because of the acceleration of urbanization, like most villages in China, young people had gone to Binhai City or nearby coastal cities to work. Most of the villagers left behind were old, weak, and disabled, with few young and middle-aged people.
