The man known as Sir Hugh, masked, stood beside a young man.
The youth steadied him, taking slow steps onto the yacht.
The sea breeze howled, a cool wind coming in gusts.
Suddenly, the man started coughing violently.
He was dressed in light-colored casual trousers and a slightly long white shirt, his frail body as if it could blow away like a ghost with the wind.
He appeared so weak and vulnerable, yet the eyes hidden beneath the mask were as bright as the stars in the sky.
The youth helped him to sit in a wheelchair, then draped a black overcoat over his shoulders before wheeling him into the yacht.
This area of the sea was at the border of Country Z, beyond the jurisdiction of the government.
And this yacht, ostensibly for wealthy businessmen to enjoy outings, was actually hosting a secret gathering of an overseas Chinese organization from Paris, France.
"Sir Hugh has arrived!"
"Greetings, Sir Hugh."