Bab 159: Favor

Last time, I had a mask on, but now Soros already knew that Kirstie Allen was gone, and the man who took the favor for faking someone's death wore a tiger mask.

I needed to look like someone else—someone new in the club.

A few hours later, as the skies had darkened, the helicopter touched down softly on the Freewinds yacht near New York Harbor.

I stepped off the helicopter and onto the deck.

It was quite warm outsite despite the late hour. I could see a few of the members still lingering outside.

As I walked around the deck, I noticed something peculiar.

There were two men standing near the railing and talking with each other. One was wearing a dark red suit while the other wore a black mask with a white suit.

I couldn't hear much, but I caught a word that stood out—Soros.

My ears perked up at the mention of that name.

What were they talking about?

I made a mental note of it as I headed inside the yacht.