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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

The city lights burned beneath him, casting long shadows across the rooftops. Jinwoo crouched on the edge of a building, his breath slow, controlled. The cold wind bit at his skin, but the fire inside him burned hotter. Ji-Eun was alive. Somewhere. And he was going to tear this city apart to find her.

Below, a convoy of black SUVs snaked through the empty streets. He recognized the emblem on the side—Baekho Syndicate.

Jinwoo adjusted his grip on the knife strapped to his thigh. He had no guns, no backup—only rage and experience.

The impact of his landing sent a ripple of pain through his ribs, but he ignored it. He rolled forward, crouching behind a parked car as the SUVs screeched to a stop.

Jinwoo recognized the leader—Seo Min-jun.

One of Baekho's top enforcers. Ruthless. Efficient.

The moment Min-jun saw him, his face twisted into a mix of shock and amusement.

"Son of a bitch," he chuckled. "They said you were dead."

His men shifted, hands on their weapons.

"You should've stayed dead," Min-jun said.

A knife buried itself into the throat of the nearest thug.

Gunfire split the night, but Jinwoo was already moving—

Sliding under the first shot, twisting around another man's outstretched arm—

His knife found its home in a second throat.

A third man tried to bring up his gun—

Jinwoo wrenched the firearm from his grip and slammed the barrel under his chin—

Jinwoo wiped his blade on his sleeve.

"Even if I knew, you think I'd tell you?"

Min-jun barely had time to react before the knife entered his side.

"…Warehouse 17," he coughed. "Dockside. That's all I know."

He wouldn't make it through the night.

The docks smelled of salt and rusted metal.

Warehouse 17 loomed in the distance, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp.

Jinwoo crouched in the shadows, scanning the area.

He moved silently, pressing against the side of the warehouse. A single guard patrolled the entrance. Jinwoo slipped behind him—

He took the guard's keycard and entered.

"I was wondering when you'd show up."

Tied to a chair, blood staining her clothes.

The detective smirked, gun aimed at Jinwoo's chest.

Chapter 100: The Hunt