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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 stared at the letter in his hands, the words burning into his mind.

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

His grip tightened. Who sent this?

Seok-min was dead. The gangs were in chaos. The old order was shattered.

So who was left to issue such a challenge?

The weight of the city pressed down on him. He thought the war had ended the night he put a bullet through Seok-min's chest.

But war never ends. It only changes hands.

He exhaled slowly and folded the letter. This was a test. Someone wanted to see his next move.

With Seok-min's empire collapsing, the remaining gangs had turned Seoul into a battleground.

The White Serpents controlled the docks.

The Red Fang Syndicate took Itaewon.

The Iron Tigers were cutting deals with politicians.

And in the center of it all, whispers of a new king were spreading.

Jinwoo wasn't interested in ruling. But power doesn't wait for permission.

If he didn't take control, someone else would.

And that meant more innocent blood on the streets.

Late at night, Jinwoo stood on the rooftop of a crumbling apartment complex. The city lights flickered like dying embers.

Hye-jin stood behind him, arms crossed.

She looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes. Hands shaking slightly.

She wasn't here as a friend. She was here as a cop.

Jinwoo smirked. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't play detective with me."

Hye-jin's jaw tightened. "You think this is a game? The whole city is on fire, Jinwoo. And everyone's looking at you for answers."

She stepped closer. "Isn't it?" Her voice softened. "This isn't just about you. It never was."

Jinwoo sighed. He turned back to the skyline. "I didn't start this war, Hye-jin."

"No. But you might be the only one who can end it."

Jinwoo had always been a fighter, not a ruler.

But now, Seoul was watching. Waiting to see who would take control.

If he didn't act, someone worse would.

He sent a message to every gang leader in the city.

A single location. One meeting. One chance to negotiate.

"Come unarmed. Or don't come at all."

Only the strongest will walk away.

(Next Chapter: The Last Negotiation.)

Chapter 66: The Birth of a New King