Chapter 387: What Question Does Damon Want To Ask?

Damon looked at Joey, who raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You gonna accept?" Joey asked, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.

Damon shook his head firmly, the decision already made in his mind. "No. I've got everything planned for Ireland. If I'm right, this tournament is going to take at least a couple of months. That's where my focus needs to be."

Joey chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Man, you just walked away from a stupid amount of money. But I get it."

"Yeah, probably," Damon admitted, a faint smirk on his lips. "But money's not everything. Winning the World MMA Tournament is worth way more to me than fighting some guy who doesn't add anything to my career."

Joey nodded, his respect for Damon's priorities evident. "Makes sense."

Damon shifted the conversation, his tone turning serious. "So about the World MMA Tournament… we're sticking to the plan, right? Announce it after I qualify."