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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

Seoul's underworld had no patience for uncertainty.

But that didn't mean the war was over.

If anything—it was just beginning.

Jinwoo sat in the dimly lit office of a luxury high-rise, overlooking the city.

Hyun-seok leaned against the desk, arms crossed.

Minji sat in the leather chair opposite him, legs crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.

The three of them—once enemies, now reluctant allies.

Because whether they liked it or not—they had just inherited the throne.

"The problem," Minji said, twirling a pen between her fingers, "is that Haneul's death left a power vacuum."

"Every gang in this city is going to come for a piece," Hyun-seok muttered.

Minji leaned forward, her voice a whisper of amusement.

"Oh, I'm terrified," she said. "That's what makes it exciting."

The first attack came faster than expected.

A nightclub in Gangnam—one of Haneul's old businesses.

By the time Jinwoo arrived, the place was in flames.

His men were already engaged in a brutal fight in the alleyway behind the building.

He moved like a shadow, his gun flashing in the darkness.

Another step forward. A knife slashed toward him—he caught the wrist, twisted, snapped.

He crouched over the body of one of the attackers, pulling down the man's mask.

"This isn't just some street gang," he muttered.

Minji walked into the warehouse an hour later, her face unreadable.

She tossed a bloodied folder onto the table.

Jinwoo picked it up, flipping it open.

Hyun-seok glanced over his shoulder.

The name on the file made his stomach drop.

"No way," he muttered. "That bastard's supposed to be dead."

Jinwoo's grip tightened on the paper.

Was someone they had all buried years ago.

(Next Chapter: Ghosts of the Past.)

Chapter 86: The Streets Never Sleep