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Tars Village was not a thoroughfare and never produced any significant figures. To this day, nothing remarkable had occurred in its history, nor did it boast any famous historical sites. It epitomized "an ordinary village with no distinguishing features."
It was peaceful, serene, inconspicuous—passing travelers would forget its existence the moment they turned away.
It was precisely because of these characteristics that certain individuals fancied such places as perfect havens for hiding their secrets.
As for the nature of these secrets, they mostly involved activities that were illegal or morally questionable, such as drug trafficking.
"Hmm, this is top-quality stuff."
In the secluded darkness, a fat-faced bald man set down his smoking pipe, contentedly blowing a circle of smoke, the gold rings on his nose and ears trembling gently as if enjoying the refined pleasure of opium.
