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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 tightened the bandage around his wound.

The bleeding had slowed, but pain pulsed through his body with every step.

Busan's neon glow reflected in the puddles as he walked toward the penthouse tower.

The building stood like a fortress.

A place where betrayals were whispered behind crystal glasses and blood was spilled in silence.

Jinwoo's fingers curled around the pistol tucked under his jacket.

Inside the penthouse, Ji-Eun lit a cigarette with steady hands.

Would she be able to pull the trigger?

A voice behind her broke the silence.

Madame Yoon stood in the shadows, her expression unreadable.

"This is your last chance to leave, Ji-Eun."

"I stopped running a long time ago."

Yoon watched her for a long moment.

Then she placed a gun on the table.

And outside, in the distance, she heard it.

Jinwoo moved through the building like a ghost.

Security was already dead or dying.

Each bullet had been fired with precision.

Inside, the rage burned hotter than ever.

He stepped into the penthouse, gun raised—

And found her standing by the window.

The city lights cast shadows over her face, making her unreadable.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Jinwoo's grip tightened on the gun.

"You should have stayed dead, Jinwoo."

"So this was it?" he murmured. "A trap?"

"You should have never come back."

Jinwoo stumbled back, gripping his side.

Her hands shook as she lowered the smoking gun.

Jinwoo's breath came in ragged gasps.

He stared at her, betrayal flashing across his eyes.

Chapter 98: The Final Move