Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 101: The Meeting of Bosses

Just as Elias stepped into the restaurant, an assassin lunged at him from the side, a glinting knife aimed straight

for his throat. If not for his quick reflexes, the blade might have succeeded in at least wounding him... if not

killing him outright.

He twisted sharply, dodging the knife by mere inches. In one fluid motion, he seized the attacker's wrist and

stepped into his space. With practiced precision, he bent the man’s arm at an unnatural angle. A bone cracked

audibly, and before the man could even scream, Elias slammed his free hand into his temple.

The man went limp instantly, unconscious.

Elias flung the attacker aside, and the body crashed into a table, flipping it over and scattering cutlery and

glasses across the floor.

There was no tto admire his work.

Another man charged from behind. Sensing the approach, Elias twisted his torso in a near-impossible contortion,

catching the assailant mid-lunge. His hand wrapped around the man’s throat and, with a controlled press to a

pressure point, knocked him unconscious. The body slumped to the floor with a thud.

A sudden gunshot cracked across the room. Elias didn’t even flinch.

He knew the sound well... it was Raphael's side of the room. And unless someone had silver bullets, there was

nothing that could kill his brother-in-arms. He shook his head in irritation. Amateurs!

Another towering figure... a mountain of a man... cbarrelling toward him, fist raised. Elias ducked low and

slammed his shoulder into the man’s chest, pushing him off balance. The attacker threw a wild punch, but Elias

caught the arm and twisted.

There was a sickening crunch.

The man howled in pain as his elbow shattered. Elias didn’t hesitate. He drove a fist directly into the man’s

throat. The blow was so accurate that the attacker's body went rigid before collapsing backward, taking two

chairs and a small table with him. He didn’t linger, went for more.

Ten men down. And yet more came.

Two attackers lifted their pistols and fired at the stime. Elias cursed under his breath and dove to the side.

One bullet missed him by a breath, tearing through the air where his head had been.

The other bullet was more accurately aimed... but Elias was faster. Grabbing a nearby table, he tilted it on its

edge just in time. The bullet slammed into the surface with a loud crack, forcing him a few steps backward from

the impact. His boots scraped across the floor as he struggled momentarily to regain balance.

Before the shooters could fire again, Elias launched forward.

His body twisted mid-air like a feline, his foot slamming into the chest of one man. Using the recoil, he propelled

himself at the second shooter and landed a devastating punch across the jaw, knocking the man out cold.

Both dropped to the floor, unmoving.

Had Elias not held back, they would be dead.

Seeing others readying their weapons, Elias wasted no time. He charged like a bolt of lightning, targeting the

gunmen first. One by one, they fell... before even realizing what had hit them. After dispatching the last armed

attacker, he turned his attention to the remaining members.

None were spared. He moved like a phantom, leaving a trail of unconscious bodies in his wake.

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On the other side of the room, Raphael was locked in a fierce duel with a woman wielding a sword. Her

movements were sharp and precise... far beyond what he had expected. Despite his superior strength, he found

himself on the defensive, unable to break through her relentless strikes. All he could do was evade.

He couldn’t go all out. If he used his full strength, he might kill her... and that would violate Madam'’s strict

orders.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Raphael's instincts kicked in. Not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, the woman quickly pulled back her

sword, disrupting the flow of their battle. That brief gap gave him the perfect opening. In a flash, he lunged

forward to dodge the bullet, using the momentum to deliver a swift strike aimed at her temple.

She tried to block... but it was too late. His blow landed cleanly. The woman crumpled to the ground,

unconscious.

Frustrated by the the had lost with the persistent swordswoman, Raphael sped up, moving through the

restaurant like a hurricane. His strikes were swift, measured, and calculated. Each movement aimed to

incapacitate without killing.

He finally stopped when there was no one left standing, and the security officer raised his hands in surrender.

His fists clenched, jaw tight with frustration... he wasn’t ready to stop. The sudden surrender felt unsatisfying,

like a fire snuffed out too soon. But before he could act on his irritation, Sebastian’s calm voice rang out from

behind him.

"Okay. We accept your surrender."

Raphael huffed and walked toward Elias. "How many?" he asked.

Elias looked at him with mildly sorrowful eyes. "Thirty-four."

Raphael's eyes widened. "Fuck! | got thirty-two. Just needed two more."

Under the mask, Elias smiled. His eyes sparkled with amusement.

Raphael scowled. "I swear, you cheated somehow."

Still grumbling, he walked out of the restaurant like a sulking child.

Sebastian slowly approached the security officer, his expression neutral but firm.

"This didn’t need to happen," he said quietly. "All we wanted was a meeting with your boss. With our power, we

could've simply gone underground and forced the meeting. But we asked politely. You didn’t even bother to

check before attacking us."

The officer bit the inside of his cheek. "You attacked first," he wanted to say... but knew better.

"l apologize," he said instead. "We'll manage things from here."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "My Madam has been waiting for quite a while. Are you going to arrange the meeting

now... or should we just go break into your boss's office?"

"N-No need!" the officer stammered, pulling out his phone. "I'll call her right now."

He hesitated, then asked, "Why do you want to meet her?"

Sebastian, noticing the man’s eyes darting toward the fallen bodies, replied coolly, "Don’t worry. No one’s dead.

Within thirty minutes, they'll all wake up. Swill need medical attention, but those who didn’t resist won't

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"How did you even know they were from us?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian smirked. "You're still doubting us?"

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Sebastian gave a curt nod, then grabbed the laptop from the desk.

As he walked in front of Eleanor, he spoke respectfully, "Ma’am, the meeting has been arranged. We need to go

to underground five."

Eleanor nodded once. "Very well."

She walked toward the lift, her movements calm and unhurried. Isadora pressed the call button, and the doors

opened silently.

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Tall, poised, and dressed in a military uniform adorned with numerous medals, she radiated authority. Major

General Tatiana Lebedeva! Her gaze swept across them without fear or hesitation.

Eleanor stepped forward and took the seat opposite the desk, silent and composed. The shadow team stood

behind her; their presence was quiet but threatening.

Sebastian moved to the desk and placed the laptop down, rotating it to face the woman. The live feed from the

front hall played silently on the screen, showing the aftermath of the carnage above.

Tatiana spared it a glance. Her expression didn’t change. Not a word escaped her lips.