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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 and Dae-jung's war against Chairman Seo had turned the streets into a battlefield.

Warehouses exploded. Safe houses turned into bloodbaths.

Seo's empire, once untouchable, was now crumbling.

But Seo wasn't a man who bowed easily.

Jinwoo watched the news on a flickering TV in a dimly lit safe house.

"Multiple shootings across the city tonight, as tensions between underground factions reach an all-time high…"

Another reminder that no matter how much blood was spilled, the old man was still standing.

Dae-jung poured himself a drink, shaking his head. "We're making him bleed, but we need to finish this before he does something insane."

Jinwoo had learned long ago—when a man like Seo got desperate, he got reckless.

And a reckless man was easy to kill.

Seo's right-hand man, Baek Sung-ho.

"Jinwoo," he said, his tone eerily calm. "We need to talk."

Sung-ho was a killer, just like him.

If he was calling, that meant one thing—Seo had a plan.

Sung-ho chuckled. "You already know."

Dae-jung raised an eyebrow. "You know it's a trap, right?"

The elevator ride to the top of Seo Tower felt like a slow descent into hell.

Jinwoo could hear his own heartbeat.

When the doors opened, Seo was waiting.

Sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, completely unfazed.

"Jinwoo," he greeted. "You've been busy."

Jinwoo stepped forward, his gun ready. "It's over."

Seo laughed. "Over?" He gestured to the window, where the city lights stretched endlessly. "Look outside. Do you think a man like me just… disappears?"

Seo sighed, taking a sip of whiskey. "You've always been loyal. That's what I liked about you."

Jinwoo's finger tightened on the trigger.

"Before you pull that trigger, there's something you should know."

He slid the file across the table.

"You were never just my soldier, Jinwoo. You were mine before you even knew it."

Jinwoo's grip on the gun trembled.

(Next Chapter: The Truth Beneath the Blood.)

Chapter 93: A Dead Man’s Name