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In the heart of Seoul’s brutal underworld, power is everything, and loyalty is only as strong as the next betrayal.

Kim Tae-sung, the ruthless and feared Street King, rules the criminal empire with an iron grip. But when an ambitious rival, Jinwoo, rises from the shadows, a bloody war erupts—one fueled by revenge, greed, and the ghosts of the past.

At the center of it all is Kim Do-yun, Tae-sung’s most trusted enforcer, forced into an impossible choice when his family is threatened. Betray his king—or lose everything he loves.

As alliances crumble and hidden enemies emerge, Hye-jin, a mysterious woman with deadly skills and a secret agenda, plays both sides—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

In a city where every handshake is a trap and every promise is a lie, who will survive, and who will fall?

Love, betrayal, war, and revenge collide in The Street King, a high-stakes action thriller where the line between hero and villain disappears in the smoke of gunfire.

The throne is up for grabs.
But to claim it, one must walk through blood.

THE STREET KING

Jinwoo stood over Min-jae's lifeless body, the blade still buried in his chest.

The shipyard burned behind him, flames licking at the night sky.

Dae-hyun's voice crackled through the comms. "We need to move, now."

He reached into Min-jae's coat and pulled out a burnt envelope.

But this time, something was different.

There was blood smeared across the surface… forming an address.

And he had just left an invitation.

Hye-jin stared at the card in disbelief. "You're telling me this psycho just gave us his location?"

Jinwoo's eyes darkened. "No. He gave us a choice."

On the back, in neat red ink, were four chilling words.

Dae-hyun ran a hand through his hair. "This is suicide."

Jinwoo slipped the card into his pocket. "Then let's make sure he dies first."

The address led them to an abandoned hotel in downtown Seoul.

A relic of the past—crumbling walls, shattered windows, the faint scent of decay and regret.

Hye-jin grabbed his arm. "This isn't a fight. It's a trap."

Jinwoo smirked. "Then I better not miss."

Without another word, he stepped inside.

Not a single sound. Not even a whisper of wind.

Jinwoo tightened his grip on his gun.

Then, a voice echoed from the shadows.

A man stepped forward, clad in a black suit, his face hidden behind a porcelain mask.

Jinwoo's grip tightened. "No more games."

The Architect tilted his head. "Oh, but the game has just begun."

Then, with a snap of his fingers—

Jinwoo's instincts kicked in. Gunfire erupted from the shadows.

He dove behind a fallen chandelier as bullets shredded the air around him.

Flashes of muzzle fire lit the darkness, revealing masked gunmen hidden in the balconies above.

Jinwoo smirked. They thought they had him.

In one fluid motion, he pulled a flash grenade from his belt and threw it.

A blinding white light erupted, followed by screams.

Jinwoo sprang forward, gun raised.

He moved like a ghost, weaving through the chaos, taking down enemies one by one.

Then, in the center of the carnage, he saw him.

The Architect. Still standing, untouched.

Jinwoo stepped into the center of the ruined lobby.

The Architect watched him, unbothered.

"You've come far," he mused. "But you still don't understand, do you?"

Jinwoo raised his gun. "Oh, I understand perfectly."

The Architect chuckled. "Then tell me… do you really think killing me will end this?"

The Architect's hand moved slightly.

"Checkmate," The Architect whispered.

The explosion ripped through the building.

Jinwoo was thrown back, his vision blurring, ears ringing.

Through the smoke, he saw The Architect walking away.

Jinwoo coughed, blood dripping from his lips.

With the last of his strength, he raised his gun—

Straight through the Architect's chest.

Jinwoo stumbled forward, standing over him.

The Architect's mask had cracked, revealing his face.

Chapter 64: Facing The King