Yang Yi spoke with righteous indignation, as if he wasn't worried that his own experiences could actually lead the CIA to lock him up or even kill him.
At this time, Walter was the most curious one, and he finally said in a deep voice, "You said you've made a fortune, so how much money did you get?"
Yang Yi smiled, leaned back, and with a hand picked up a cola, said with a half-smile, "Based on what I've received, it's about a few billion."
Walter's mouth hung open, after pausing for a moment, he said, "A few billion… US Dollars?"
"Yes, US Dollars."