Liam sat on the couch, browsing through the report his assistant had sent him before turning off his phone and leaning back on the couch, with his eyes closed.
He had to admit that he was getting older. When he was younger, he could lead an army for three days in the desert or rainforest without feeling sleepy, but now his energy was getting worse. After some travel today, he now feels tired.
Since the surgery, his body has become weaker. But as special forces general, he would rather die in battle than become an old man who is taken care of.
Getting old is a cruel thing for a general.
Liam coughed a few times and he pulled out his pocket watch. It was time to take his medicine.
He took out a bottle with medicine, read the label the doctor put on it carefully, and then took a few pill
