Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 101: The Meeting of Bosses

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 time to 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... came barrelling 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 same time. 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.

***

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 time he 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! I 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.

"I 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. Some will need medical attention, but those who didn’t resist won’t have any complications. A few days’ rest will do."

He paused, then added, "As for why we’re here... your organization sent two assassination squads after my Madam. They were killed. We don’t intend to kill your people indefinitely. Madam decided to end this... once and for all."

The colour drained from the officer’s face. "So that’s what this was about..." he thought.

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

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

"N-Not at all!" he quickly said, fumbling with his phone.

He called his boss.

"Pakhan... They want to meet. Yes, I understand... I’m sending them to your office now."

He turned back to Sebastian and nodded. "She’s agreed. Take the elevator and press the (-5) button. That’ll take you to her office. I can’t accompany you... I don’t have clearance below Level Two."

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.

They stepped inside.

When the lift doors opened on underground level five, a glass door awaited them, already ajar. Beyond it lay a large office, its luxurious design shadowed by the commanding presence of the woman seated inside.

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.