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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

His fingers tapped against the interrogation table.

Betrayal ran deeper than any wound he had suffered.

Detective Kwon watched him closely, flicking the ashes of his cigarette into a tray.

Jinwoo's lips curled into a dry smirk.

"Give us everything on the syndicate. Names. Locations. Operations. You walk."

He had spent his entire life running from the law, fighting against it.

Now they wanted him to work with them?

"You think I care about walking free?" Jinwoo muttered.

Kwon exhaled. "Then what do you want?"

Kwon studied him for a long moment.

Then, with a slow nod, he slid another folder across the table.

"This is your last chance, Jinwoo."

Because in his mind, the war had already restarted.

And this time, he wasn't fighting for power.

Busan's streets pulsed with neon lights and whispered sins.

Jinwoo pulled his hood lower, blending into the crowd.

His fists clenched as he moved through the streets.

Instead, he turned into a narrow alley—

The moment his pursuer entered, Jinwoo struck.

A single movement—swift, brutal.

The man gasped, stumbling back, clutching his throat.

Jinwoo grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

"Seo is dead," Jinwoo whispered. "So who the hell do you work for?"

The man finally choked out a name.

The man drove a knife into Jinwoo's side.

Jinwoo staggered, but he didn't fall.

Instead, he wrenched the knife from his flesh—and buried it in the man's throat.

Jinwoo exhaled, pressing a hand to his wound.

Ji-Eun sat by the window, staring at the city below.

She had known the moment Seo fell.

But Jinwoo didn't know everything.

The true power behind the syndicate.

Ji-Eun's lips curled into a bitter smile.

Ji-Eun's fingers tightened around the glass in her hand.

Chapter 97: The Queen’s Betrayal