THE STREET KING

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1. A King's Return

The city of Seoul had always been alive at night. But tonight, the air was thick with something different.

Fear.

From the rooftops, the neon lights reflected off Jinwoo's blood-stained shirt as he watched the streets below.

The Black Dragon Syndicate was on high alert. Tae-sung's men were everywhere, guarding his fortress in Gangnam.

Jinwoo smirked. Fools. They think walls can keep me out.

Hye-jin stood beside him, her arms crossed. "You look better."

"Adrenaline does wonders," Jinwoo muttered.

She tilted her head. "You're not just here for revenge, are you?"

Jinwoo's eyes darkened. "No. I'm here to end this."

Hye-jin studied him for a moment, then smiled. "Good."

Do-yun, standing behind them, shifted uncomfortably.

"You're really going to storm Tae-sung's base with just the three of us?" Do-yun asked.

Jinwoo cracked his knuckles. "Who said it's just us?"

At that moment, the shadows moved.

Figures emerged from the darkness—Jinwoo's old crew, the Phoenix Brotherhood.

They had been scattered after Tae-sung's takeover, but now, they were back.

For him.

Tonight, the war for Seoul would begin.

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2. The Black Dragon's Throne

Inside the grand penthouse of the Black Dragon Syndicate, Tae-sung leaned back in his chair, sipping his whiskey.

He already knew.

Jinwoo was alive.

"You should have shot him in the head," Tae-sung muttered, looking at Do-yun's old surveillance footage.

A knock at the door.

His right-hand man, Min-jae, entered. "Boss, he's coming."

Tae-sung smiled. "Let him."

Min-jae hesitated. "Are you sure?"

Tae-sung placed his glass down. "I've waited too long for this moment. The throne of Seoul isn't meant to be taken. It's meant to be earned."

He stood up, adjusting his black suit.

"Call everyone. Tonight, we make history."

Min-jae bowed. "Yes, boss."

As the doors closed behind him, Tae-sung looked at the city skyline.

"You should have stayed dead, Jinwoo."

Then he turned, pulling a gold-plated Desert Eagle from his desk drawer.

"Now I have to kill you myself."

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3. The Streets Become a Battlefield

The first explosion rocked the streets of Gangnam.

Jinwoo and his crew moved through the chaos like shadows, striking down Tae-sung's men one by one.

Gunfire lit up the night as the battle spilled into the neon-lit alleys.

Jinwoo moved like a ghost, his blade slicing through enemies with deadly precision.

Do-yun fought at his side, the weight of his past mistakes heavy on his shoulders.

Hye-jin, a silent force of death, weaved through the battlefield with a silenced pistol, taking out snipers before they could fire.

The Black Dragon Syndicate was strong—but they weren't ready for a war.

Jinwoo's army pushed forward, unstoppable.

Until—

Boom.

A grenade exploded near Jinwoo, sending him flying into a parked car.

Pain shot through his ribs.

Before he could move, a familiar voice called out—

"Jinwoo!"

He looked up.

Tae-sung stood in the middle of the battlefield, waiting.

The King of the Black Dragons.

Dressed in black, a golden pistol in his hand, and a smirk on his face.

"Come and take your throne," Tae-sung said.

Jinwoo wiped the blood from his lips.

"You should have stayed hidden," he replied.

Then, he charged.

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4. The Final Duel

The world around them faded.

The war, the gunfire, the screams—none of it mattered anymore.

It was just them.

Jinwoo vs. Tae-sung.

Blades clashed, bullets fired, fists met flesh.

Each strike carried years of hatred, betrayal, and revenge.

Tae-sung was faster than Jinwoo remembered.

But Jinwoo was angrier.

Blood dripped from both men as they fought under the red moon.

Until—

Bang.

A gunshot echoed.

Jinwoo staggered.

Tae-sung had shot him in the stomach.

Jinwoo gritted his teeth, refusing to fall.

Tae-sung smirked. "You're tough, I'll give you that."

Jinwoo took a shaky breath.

Then—he smiled.

Tae-sung's eyes widened.

Jinwoo wasn't falling.

Instead, he grabbed Tae-sung's wrist—and twisted.

Crack.

Tae-sung screamed as his wrist snapped.

Jinwoo ripped the gun from his hand, flipped it—

Bang.

The bullet went straight through Tae-sung's chest.

He stumbled back, coughing blood.

Jinwoo walked forward, pressing the gun to Tae-sung's forehead.

"Any last words?" Jinwoo asked.

Tae-sung chuckled weakly. "Yeah… You'll be just like me."

Jinwoo frowned.

Tae-sung grinned through the blood. "No matter how much you think you're different… in the end, you're still a monster."

Jinwoo hesitated.

Tae-sung laughed.

And in that moment—

Jinwoo pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Tae-sung fell.

The King of the Black Dragons… was dead.

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5. The Aftermath

The war ended that night.

The Black Dragon Syndicate fell.

Jinwoo stood over Tae-sung's body, staring at the blood pooling beneath him.

Do-yun approached. "It's over."

Jinwoo said nothing.

Hye-jin stepped beside him. "You won."

Jinwoo looked at her. "Did I?"

She smiled softly. "You're alive. That's all that matters."

Jinwoo exhaled. He looked at the city. His city.

Seoul was his now.

But at what cost?

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End of Chapter 25