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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 sat alone in his penthouse, staring at the Seoul skyline.

The city lights flickered like stars, but his mind was far from the view.

And worst of all—Jinwoo had let it happen.

His grip tightened around his glass of whiskey.

Ji-hyun entered the room. "We lost a lot of ground today."

Jinwoo exhaled slowly. "We're getting it back."

He set his glass down. "We start a war."

Ji-hyun's eyes sharpened. "Against who?"

Jinwoo's lips curled into a cold smile.

The next night, the underground leaders gathered at an abandoned warehouse near Incheon Port.

Every power player in Seoul's underworld.

And at the head of the table—Jinwoo.

He placed a sealed folder on the table.

"Hyun-seok stole from me," Jinwoo said calmly. "That makes him an enemy."

"But here's the problem," Jinwoo continued. "He didn't just take from me. He took information that affects all of us."

"Names. Deals. Corrupt politicians. Accounts. If Hyun-seok decides to leak even a fraction of what he stole…"

A man in a dark suit leaned forward. Kang Min-chul, a notorious smuggler.

"You're saying he has dirt on all of us?"

"And you expect us to help you clean up your mess?" another voice scoffed.

He opened the folder and slid out a single page.

"Hyun-seok has already started selling information," Jinwoo said. "And these are the first names on the hit list."

One of them cursed under his breath.

"By the end of the week," Jinwoo said, "half of you will be in the ground… unless we work together."

Jinwoo had turned Hyun-seok's weapon against him.

Now, Seoul's underground was his army.

The next day, a high-ranking member of Hyun-seok's network was found dead.

By nightfall, Hyun-seok's allies were running scared.

Jinwoo stood in the shadows of an old rooftop, watching the city move beneath him.

Ji-hyun stepped up beside him. "He's going to retaliate."

Jinwoo's eyes were cold. "I'm counting on it."

Because Hyun-seok had made one mistake.

He thought Jinwoo was still the same man who ran five years ago.

But Jinwoo wasn't running anymore.

And this time—he wouldn't stop until Hyun-seok was dead.

Chapter 72: The Shadow Moves