Chapter 267: Chapter 267: The Countdown Begins

Damon nodded, processing the information. "Okay. Did he say when?"

Wichan gave a curt nod and replied in Thai, "S̄ạpdāh̄̒ h̄nạ" (Next week).

Damon nodded again, and this time his face looked thoughtful.

He had learned enough Thai to understand simple sentences, but it wasn't perfect yet.

Pronunciation? Terrible.

Fluency? Nonexistent.

But he could piece together the basics, and "next week" was clear enough.

Wichan watched him for a moment before giving a small, approving grunt. "You listen better than you fight," he muttered, turning to leave.

Damon chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks, I guess," he said, more to himself than to Wichan, who was already walking away.

One week. Just seven days left in Thailand, and then it was back to the grind.

Going back to the bigger picture of MMA training, including wrestling, grappling, and all the chaos that came with getting ready for a top opponent.