When someone on the freighter noticed him and sent a speedboat in his direction, He-El finally let out a breath of relief. He stopped paddling, his pale face gradually relaxing as he floated motionless on the surface.
But the moment He-El stopped, he frightened the people on the speedboat.
"Hurry, faster! He's not moving anymore!" The men aboard the speedboat immediately grew anxious. This one person could be worth millions.
People with yellow skin, especially, tended to inspire a certain sense of national sentiment. Their countrymen were willing to pay, and people with yellow skin had always been relatively valuable merchandise.
Whether for ransom, organs, or resale to other people in the trade, he would fetch a good price.
Especially since the international market had been poor lately, they had to make whatever money they could.
The speedboat quickly reached He-El. A dark-skinned man dressed in green camouflage, apparently a soldier, picked up a life ring and tossed it directly near He-El.
Another soldier stripped off his clothes and jumped straight into the sea. When he saw He-El reach out and grab the life ring, he cursed.
He had thought He-El no longer had the strength to move, which was why he had jumped in. Seeing that he still had some life left in him, the soldier quickly swam toward He-El, pulled the life ring, and dragged him to the speedboat. Together with the others aboard, they hauled He-El onto the boat.
Several soldiers hurriedly covered He-El with a coarse blanket to keep him warm.
By the time He-El was dragged aboard the speedboat, his entire body had turned pale from soaking in seawater, his skin wrinkled, his hands and feet shivering instinctively from the cold, his face bloodless. He looked as though he were about to die.
But his