Chapter 273: How do you like my Mustache?

The flight felt longer than it probably was, the hum of the engines providing a steady backdrop to Damon's thoughts.

Though those thoughts were in the back of his mind, he didn't spend the whole time thinking about business ideas or money plans.

He fell asleep instead, and the quiet of the plane helped him get a much-needed rest.

He rested his head against the small window.

There was no longer any sign of Bangkok in the sky; the city had long since faded into the distance.

Even though dreams didn't come, the rest was enough. It was a rare moment of peace in the middle of all the planning and training.

The world outside the window looked different when he woke up.

He checked his watch. Still a couple of hours left.

Damon stretched slightly in his seat, careful not to disturb the passengers around him.

He could still feel the impact of bamboo trees on his shins.