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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

Do-jin was crippled, but the other bosses weren't blind. They'd see his weakness as an opportunity.

And weakness in this world was a death sentence.

So Jinwoo did what no one expected.

A cold wind swept through Mapo District as a convoy of black SUVs moved silently down the empty streets.

Inside the lead vehicle, Jinwoo sat with Ji-hyun, his second-in-command.

She glanced at him. "We're really doing this?"

Jinwoo's gaze remained forward. Sharp. Calculated.

"They think I'm waiting," he said. "So we hit them before they get the chance."

Ji-hyun smirked. "Classic Jinwoo."

After Do-jin's fall, Sang-woo became the next biggest threat.

If he wanted war, Jinwoo would bring it to his doorstep.

The SUVs stopped a few blocks away from a private club Sang-woo owned.

A place where he held meetings, settled scores, made deals.

Jinwoo stepped out. No hesitation. No fear.

His men followed. Armed. Ready. Silent.

Inside the club, Choi Sang-woo laughed loudly, surrounded by his men.

Expensive suits. Gold chains. Bottles of imported whiskey.

They thought they were untouchable.

A gunshot. A scream. Chaos erupted.

Jinwoo and his men moved like ghosts in the darkness.

Suppressors hissed. Knives flashed. Shadows became death.

Sang-woo's men never stood a chance.

By the time the emergency lights flickered on—

Sang-woo sat frozen in his chair, his bodyguards dead around him.

Jinwoo stood before him, gun raised. Expression unreadable.

Sang-woo swallowed hard. "Jinwoo—"

A bullet through his hand. He screamed.

Jinwoo leaned down. "You were planning to move against me."

Sang-woo trembled. "I-I wasn't—"

Jinwoo pressed the barrel against his forehead.

Sang-woo's breath came in short, panicked bursts. Blood dripped from his shattered hand.

"I don't need to kill you," Jinwoo said. "But I need a message sent."

She stepped forward, her knife gleaming.

Sang-woo's eyes widened. "Wait—"

A deep, bloody X carved across his cheek.

"From now on, you work for me," he said. "Or next time, I take more than your hand."

Jinwoo turned away. His men followed.

As they left, Jinwoo pulled out his phone.

Chapter 69: The Hunt Begins