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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's hand trembled as he reached for the broken mask.

He pulled it away, revealing the bloodied face beneath.

Jinwoo staggered back. His vision swam. His breath came in ragged gasps.

Seok-min. His mentor. His brother in arms. The man who taught him everything about survival on the streets.

And now… the mastermind behind everything.

Seok-min coughed, blood spilling from his lips. His voice was hoarse, but there was a twisted smile on his face.

Jinwoo's chest burned. He didn't want this.

"Why…?" Jinwoo's voice cracked. "Why the hell would you do all this?"

Seok-min let out a weak chuckle. "Because someone had to."

Jinwoo clenched his fists. "That's not an answer."

Seok-min's eyes darkened. "This city… it was always ruled by monsters. You and I were just their pawns. But I refused to stay a pawn." He coughed again, body convulsing. "I was going to burn it all down… rebuild it from the ashes. But you—" He gritted his teeth. "You got in my way."

Jinwoo stared, heart pounding. "All those people… Min-jae, Hyeon-woo, everyone you betrayed—was it worth it?"

Seok-min chuckled bitterly. "Betrayal? Jinwoo… you still don't get it." His voice grew weaker, fading. "I never betrayed anyone… I just played the game better."

And with those final words, his eyes slowly closed.

Kang Seok-min, the Architect of Chaos, was dead.

But Jinwoo didn't feel like he had won.

Because for the first time in his life…

He wasn't sure who the real villain was.

Jinwoo stumbled out of the burning hotel, smoke curling into the night sky.

Hye-jin and Dae-hyun were waiting. Their expressions turned to shock when they saw the blood on his hands.

Hye-jin ran to him. "You're hurt—"

"It's over," Jinwoo muttered. His voice was hollow.

Dae-hyun frowned. "What happened in there?"

Jinwoo didn't answer. He just kept walking.

For the first time in years, he had no purpose.

But why did it feel like he had lost?

The streets of Seoul were eerily quiet.

With Seok-min gone, the criminal underworld was in chaos. Every gang was scrambling to take power. New enemies were rising.

Jinwoo sat in a dimly lit apartment, staring at the ceiling.

When he opened it, he saw an envelope on the floor.

No sender. No name. Just a single symbol on the seal.

So why was his legacy still haunting him?

"You killed the King. Now you must take his throne."

(Next Chapter: The Birth of a New King.)

Chapter 65: The Truth in Ashes