All Chapters of Rise of the Street King : Chapter 111
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Chapter 110 — The New Creed
The smoke hadn’t settled by dawn. It rolled over the district like a shroud, heavy and thick, carrying the scent of burned rubber, blood, and rain-soaked ash. The war Jayden started had taken on a life of its own.The streets pulsed with chaos gangs moving under new banners, old debts being paid in bullets. The whispers of the Ghost King had turned into open chants. But Jayden knew what they were really worshipping: not him, but the myth.And myths had to bleed before they ruled.Inside the hollowed-out warehouse he’d taken as his new base, Jayden stood before a small circle of his people Malikah, Burned Boy, Kola the Thin, and a handful of hardened lieutenants. A cracked bulb swung overhead, painting them in restless shadows.Kola fidgeted, wringing his hands. “Boss… the streets are spinning out. Eastside’s already declaring for you, but South Bloc’s split. Razor’s boys are feeding the rumor that you’re backed by foreign cash. They say you’re a puppet yourself.”Jayden didn’t move. “
Chapter 111 — Council in Shadows
The storm over the slums hadn’t stopped since the night Jayden Cole burned his enemies. Rain hammered the tin rooftops like war drums, washing blood into the gutters that once bore his name. The whispers had changed no longer “Jayden’s dead,” but “He’s back. The Ghost King walks.” In the black belly of the city, deep beneath Mama Nuru’s abandoned canteen, the surviving Street Council gathered again. The room stank of rust and damp concrete. Only a single bulb swung overhead, painting their faces in a pale, sickly glow. Stone sat by the door, arms folded like he was guarding a grave. Kola the Thin paced the far wall, muttering to himself and tapping a jittery rhythm against a cracked phone. Big Sef wiped sweat from his double chin, his gold rings clinking nervously. Then came the sound steady, measured footsteps echoing down the tunnel. “Everyone sit,” Mama Nuru said softly, her voice both soothing and sharp. “He’s here.” Jayden stepped out of the shadows. No mask. No crown. Jus
Chapter 112 — Razor’s Reign
The slums used to hum with chaos screaming vendors, clanging metal, sirens somewhere in the distance. Now, they marched to a different rhythm.Razor’s rhythm.Every corner carried his insignia: the black serpent wrapped around a blade. Men in tactical gear, better trained than the average thug, patrolled with silent precision. No drug deals without his tax. No shipment without his mark. The slums, once wild and free under Jayden, now breathed in Razor’s chokehold.But Razor didn’t do this alone.Behind the steel walls of the renovated glass tower once owned by a corrupt politician, the new “Order Division” was born funded, armed, and orchestrated by the puppetmaster’s private army.From that high office, Razor watched the city burn beneath his boots.He was broader now, scar crossing his left brow, gold tooth gleaming when he smiled. Power fit him well, like a suit tailored in blood. Behind him, screens flickered with surveillance feeds alleys, warehouses, even faces from the Street C
Chapter 113 — Malikah’s Oath
The tunnels had become their new command post.Damp walls, flickering bulbs, the smell of oil and rust. A small campfire burned in a steel drum, throwing long shadows across faces that had seen too much.Jayden stood at the edge of the light, map spread across a cracked table. Razor’s empire glowed in red circles markets, checkpoints, weapon caches.His eyes were steady, but Malikah could see it the strain creeping into his posture, the sleepless fury beneath his calm.He jabbed a finger at the map.“Zone Three. That’s our first cut. We move on their supply depot tonight. No noise. No witnesses.”Burned Boy nodded. “We can hit it. But those guards, they’re trained military. Ex-private security.”“That’s why we go silent,” Jayden said. “We take the weapons. Leave the bodies cold.”The crew exchanged looks. Malikah crossed her arms. “We’re ghosts now, right? Not butchers.”Jayden’s gaze met hers cool, sharp. “You can’t haunt the living without leaving some dead behind.”The silence hung
Chapter 114 — Street Taxes
The sirens had gone quiet in the slums too quiet.Not because the police had stopped coming, but because they now came only when summoned.Jayden Cole stood at the corner of Sabo Street, his hood shadowing his face, eyes fixed on the checkpoint the city police had built from corrugated steel and arrogance. Once, they’d used it to harass, extort, and humiliate his people. Now, it would serve him.“Three cars today,” Malikah whispered beside him, watching the patrol jeeps parked under flickering floodlights. “Same crew as last week. They collect from market women and bike riders, say it’s for ‘safety permits.’”Jayden’s jaw flexed. “Good. Let them fill their pockets. Tonight, we collect our own tax.”The Burned Boy older now, lean and dangerous adjusted the strap of his SMG. “You sure about this, boss? Cops ain’t street rats. They got chain of command.”Jayden turned his head slightly. “Then let’s start cutting that chain.”By midnight, the checkpoint was a trap waiting to spring. Stree
Chapter 115 — The Message Broadcast
The storm had been building for weeks silent, invisible, fed by whispers and fear. Jayden Cole decided it was time the city saw lightning.The puppetmaster had his screens, his anchors, his carefully written lies. Jayden would use those same screens to send the truth or at least, his version of it.The plan came together in a decaying broadcast tower on the city’s edge, once the pride of the National Communication Bureau, now stripped of guards after years of budget cuts and bribes. The place still hummed faintly with power, like an old beast waiting to be woken.Kola the Thin crouched over a mess of wires, muttering to himself. “You’re asking for the impossible, boss. This network is locked tighter than a bank vault. Every feed has backups in the capital.”Jayden watched the screens flicker. “Then break the vault.”Malikah stood near the doorway, rifle across her chest, scanning the empty lot below. “Signal jammers are up. If we’re going to do this, we’ve got twenty minutes before th
Chapter 116 — Strings and Steel
Rain hissed on the rooftops like a whispering crowd. The city was no longer calm; it throbbed with the tension of something alive and furious. Jayden stood by the window of the safehouse, watching smoke rise from the distance a protest turned riot, sparked by his broadcast.He could feel the city’s heartbeat syncing with his own.But chaos alone wouldn’t bring the puppetmaster down.Tonight wasn’t about fire.It was about precision.Kola the Thin hunched over a cracked laptop on the table, his fingers a blur of twitchy motion. Around him, papers, flash drives, and a web of red marker lines connected banks, shell companies, and government contracts across a makeshift corkboard.“This,” Kola said, pointing at one of the lines, “is where the money breathes.”Jayden leaned closer. “Talk.”Kola licked his lips, nervous. “You remember that courier account Amara pulled before she disappeared? The one tied to that offshore bank?”Jayden nodded.“Well, I cracked the encryption trail. It loops
Chapter 117 — Amara’s Cage
The night wind carried the scent of rust and rain. Down below the bridge, Malikah crouched in the shadow of a broken car, her eyes locked on the old textile factory across the river now turned into a fortified compound. The walls were layered with electric wire and floodlights that swept the ground like searchlights from a prison camp.She spoke softly into the earpiece. “Jayden, I found her. The girl’s here.”There was a long pause before Jayden’s voice came through low, calm, but tight with emotion. “You’re sure?”“I saw her,” Malikah said. “Third floor, eastern side. They’ve got her in a room with one light. Two guards outside, maybe more inside. Military-trained.”Jayden exhaled, the sound of cigarette paper crackling faintly over the line. “That means they’re not moving her anymore. Good. They think the ghost won’t come looking.”Malikah’s voice hardened. “This isn’t a rescue you can walk into. That building’s crawling with private soldiers not street thugs. They’re equipped, dis
Chapter 118 — Night of Shadows
The night bled silence.The safe house under the abandoned church was cloaked in candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and gunpowder. Amara lay motionless on a cot, her breathing shallow. Bandages wrapped around her ribs, where shrapnel from the explosion had torn deep.Jayden sat beside her, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight enough to crack his knuckles. Malikah stood behind him, pacing like a caged panther.“She’s stable,” Malikah said finally. “But she needs real care, Jay. Not street doctors.”“She’ll get it,” he muttered.“When?” Malikah’s tone sharpened. “You’ve got every merc in the lower districts looking for you. The puppetmaster’s offering money, protection, hell citizenship for anyone who brings your head. You think she’s safe here?”Jayden’s eyes didn’t move from Amara. “She’s not leaving my sight.”Malikah stepped closer, lowering her voice. “You can’t fight a war and play nurse. Pick one before both kill you.”Jayden looked up slowly, and the loo
Chapter 119 — The Vow Reborn
The fire hadn’t even died down before the city started whispering.They called him the Ghost King now an echo made flesh, vengeance with a heartbeat. Every alley, every backroom tavern, every stolen radio frequency buzzed with the same name: Jayden Cole.By the time dawn cracked the skyline, the smoke from the steel yard still coiled into the clouds like a flag.Jayden stood on a half-broken rooftop overlooking it. Malikah and the Burned Boy flanked him, both silent.Below, the slum stirred. Mothers dragged water from the well; street boys hustled for breakfast coins. But there was a shift in the air half fear, half faith.Malikah finally broke the quiet. “They saw the flames, Jay. They know it was you.”Jayden’s gaze stayed locked on the horizon. “Good.”“Good?” she repeated. “You just kicked a hornet’s nest. Razor’s out there licking his wounds, and the puppetmaster won’t sit back this time. You think one explosion puts fear in men like that?”Jayden turned slowly, voice calm but sh