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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

A long, dimly lit warehouse on the edge of Seoul's industrial district. Rusting metal beams groaned under the weight of time.

Inside, the most dangerous men in the city stood in a wide circle, their eyes locked on one another.

Jinwoo walked in, his footsteps echoing.

The White Serpents, Red Fang Syndicate, Iron Tigers, and three smaller crews had all shown up. Each leader brought their top enforcers.

At the center stood Baek Do-jin, the leader of the White Serpents.

A cruel man. Rich. Smart. Deadly. He was Seok-min's biggest rival—and the one most likely to take control now.

He sneered at Jinwoo. "You've got nerve calling us here, kid."

Jinwoo met his gaze. Cold. Unshaken.

Do-jin scoffed. "A proposal? You're standing in a room full of killers. You don't negotiate with wolves."

Jinwoo chuckled. "I don't. I put them down."

From Choi Sang-woo, leader of the Red Fang Syndicate. A tall, tattooed monster with scars across his jaw.

"I like you," Sang-woo grinned. "But you're not Seok-min. You're just a street brawler who got lucky."

Jinwoo nodded. They didn't take him seriously.

Jinwoo tilted his head. "You think I called you here to beg for peace?"

Do-jin smirked. "Isn't that what you're doing?"

Jinwoo took out his phone. Pressed a single button.

Jinwoo didn't move. He let the dust settle before speaking.

"That was your weapons storage," he said, turning to Do-jin. "And your shipment of imported guns," he added, looking at Sang-woo.

"I know everything about you," Jinwoo continued. His voice was calm, deadly. "Your hideouts. Your deals. Your families."

Sang-woo's smile faded. Do-jin's fists clenched.

Jinwoo stepped forward. One man against an army.

"You can either listen," he said, "or I can burn the rest of you to the ground."

Do-jin's jaw tightened. "What do you want?"

Jinwoo smiled. Now they were listening.

"Seoul is mine," he said. "All business runs through me."

Jinwoo continued. "You keep your territories. Your profits. But there's one rule—no more wars."

Do-jin scoffed. "And if we refuse?"

Jinwoo smirked. They were asking the real question now.

Within seconds, a dozen black SUVs pulled up.

Doors swung open. Armed men poured in.

Sang-woo chuckled. "You planned this well."

Jinwoo nodded. "I don't fight battles I can't win."

Do-jin exhaled. "Fine. We'll listen. For now."

Sang-woo smirked. "Looks like we have a new king."

Because he didn't want to be king.

(Next Chapter: The Price of Power.)

Chapter 67: The Last Negotiation