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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's mind raced, but his face remained expressionless. The weight of betrayal sat heavy in his chest, but he had no time to dwell on it. Kang had a gun. Ji-Eun was bleeding. The room was filled with shadows and death.

"I should've known," Jinwoo said, voice calm. "You were always too clean for a cop."

Detective Kang smiled, twirling the gun in his fingers.

"I told you before, Jinwoo," he said. "This city has no heroes. Only survivors."

Jinwoo's gaze flickered to Ji-Eun. Her breathing was shallow, eyes barely open. Bruises covered her face, a trickle of blood running from her lip.

"Let her go," Jinwoo said, taking a slow step forward.

"Are you in a position to negotiate?"

Kang sighed, lowering the gun slightly.

"Tell you what," he said. "I'll let her go if you do one thing for me."

"The old man's outlived his usefulness," Kang said. "He's a relic. The syndicate needs new blood. A new king."

Kang was smart, always playing the angles. But this? This was reckless.

"Oh, no. I don't want the throne." He pointed the gun at Ji-Eun's head. "But I do want you desperate enough to do it for me."

"You expect me to believe you'll let her go?"

"I expect you to know you have no choice."

He could kill Kang. Could end this now.

The man had once been his mentor. His enemy. A ghost of the past.

Now, the key to Ji-Eun's survival.

"Fine," he said. "But if you lie to me, Kang…"

"I'll carve your heart out myself."

Baek's fortress sat on the edge of the Han River, a sprawling mansion surrounded by armed guards.

The last time, he left with scars.

This time, he planned to leave with blood.

Slipping past the outer perimeter was easy. A few broken necks, a silenced pistol.

Inside, the corridors were eerily empty.

Jinwoo reached the main chamber, pushing the heavy doors open.

Baek sat in a leather chair, an old book in his hands. He barely looked up.

"You've come to kill me," he said.

"They told me you were still alive. That you wouldn't stop."

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

"Tell me, Jinwoo," he said. "Do you think killing me will set her free?"

"Poor boy," he murmured. "You never understood how deep this goes."

Baek's body slumped forward, blood pooling across the wooden floor.

(Next Chapter: Ghosts of the Past.)

Chapter 101: Blood Price