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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 stood in the middle of the bloodstained boxing gym, his grip tightening around his gun.

The bodies of Seo's assassins lay scattered across the floor.

Dae-jung kicked one of the corpses aside and smirked. "Well… that confirms it. Seo wants us both dead."

The old man wasn't the type to let loose ends dangle.

Dae-jung leaned against the ropes, lighting another cigarette. "So, what now? You gonna run back to Seo, pretend nothing happened?"

Dae-jung grinned. "Then that means one thing—you're finally ready to kill him."

Now, he was about to become his enemy.

Dae-jung chuckled. "This is gonna be fun."

Jinwoo holstered his gun. "We need a plan."

Dae-jung had been building his own network for years—ex-soldiers, mercenaries, gangsters who had been betrayed by Seo.

"Seo thinks he owns this city," Dae-jung said as they drove through the neon-lit streets. "But he's made a lot of enemies. People who want him gone."

Jinwoo gazed out the window. Seoul was alive—music, lights, cars.

But underneath it all, there was only blood.

Their first stop was a warehouse near the docks.

Inside, a dozen men stood waiting.

Their leader, a burly man with a scar across his jaw, smirked. "Jinwoo, huh? Never thought I'd see you switch sides."

Jinwoo met his gaze. "Are you in or not?"

The man chuckled. "Depends. How bad do you want Seo dead?"

"I'll burn his entire empire to the ground."

A slow smile spread across the man's face.

They targeted his drug shipments first—ambushing his men at the docks, blowing up his warehouses, cutting off his cash flow.

Jinwoo moved like a phantom in the night—silent, deadly, precise.

Every bullet fired, every life taken, brought him closer to the final goal.

One of their safe houses was burned down. Jinwoo arrived too late—only to find bodies.

And a single message, written in blood on the wall:

Dae-jung read the words and laughed bitterly. "That old bastard is enjoying this."

Jinwoo's grip tightened around his gun.

And it wouldn't end until one of them was dead.

(Next Chapter: A Dead Man's Name.)

Chapter 92: War Begins