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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

Three nights after Jinwoo's declaration of war, Hyun-seok finally responded.

The first body was found in a quiet alley in Gangnam—one of Jinwoo's informants, throat slit, a message carved into his chest.

The second was one of Jinwoo's arms dealers—gutted and left outside his own warehouse.

Jinwoo sat in his car outside a luxury bar in Itaewon, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

Ji-hyun sat beside him, checking her gun.

Jinwoo smirked. "We don't have to. We just need him to think he can trust us."

The man they were meeting was Seo Dae-hwan, one of Hyun-seok's former lieutenants.

Jinwoo had arranged this meeting through a back channel.

The second Dae-hwan walked out of the bar, Jinwoo stepped in his path.

Dae-hwan's bodyguards tensed—but Jinwoo only smiled.

"Relax," he said. "I just want to talk."

A few minutes later, they sat at a private table inside the bar.

Jinwoo leaned forward. "You worked with Hyun-seok for years. You know how he operates."

Dae-hwan hesitated. "And if I do?"

Jinwoo smiled coldly. "Then you know he won't let you live much longer."

"He has a warehouse," he said. "In Songdo. That's where he's storing the stolen files."

"Then that's where we finish this."

Jinwoo and his men arrived in Songdo.

The warehouse stood at the edge of the docks, surrounded by armed guards.

Ji-hyun knelt beside Jinwoo. "We go in quiet?"

Seconds later—an explosion rocked the warehouse.

Jinwoo moved like a ghost, slicing through the chaos.

Within minutes, his men controlled the entire compound.

Rows of metal crates lined the walls—filled with Hyun-seok's stolen files.

And gunfire erupted from the rafters.

Ji-hyun shoved Jinwoo behind cover as bullets tore through the room.

"They knew we were coming!" she shouted.

But this time—Jinwoo wasn't leaving empty-handed.

He grabbed the nearest crate and forced it open.

Inside—stacks of documents, USB drives, photographs.

He shoved as many as he could into his bag.

They fought their way out, bullets flying.

By the time they reached their vehicles, half the warehouse was on fire.

Ji-hyun slammed the door shut. "Was it worth it?"

Hours later, in a secure hideout, Jinwoo spread the stolen files across the table.

Ji-hyun read through them, her face pale.

"Jinwoo… these aren't just about us."

Bank accounts. Government connections. Names he never expected to see.

The truth was right there—his father had been working with Hyun-seok all along.

"I'm going to finish what I started."

Chapter 73: The Trap Is Set