All Chapters of Rise of the Street King : Chapter 121
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Chapter 120 — Trial of Trust
The warehouse smelled of gun oil, sweat, and fear. Rain hammered the tin roof like war drums, drowning out the whispers that had been haunting Jayden’s nights.He stood in the center, coat still dripping from the downpour, his eyes sweeping over the gathered crew Malikah, Burned Boy, Kola the Thin, and seven lieutenants, each tense, each unsure who might not see daylight again.Rumors had torn through the ranks like wildfire: someone was feeding intel to the puppetmaster’s men. Their shipments intercepted. Safehouses burned. And last night, one of Jayden’s scouts vanished after relaying a new route to their suppliers.The silence was so thick you could hear Malikah’s finger twitch on her trigger.Jayden finally spoke, voice low and razor-sharp. ..“One of you,” he said, “sold us out. I don’t need confessions. I need truth.”He nodded to Burned Boy, who slammed the door shut and drew the bolt.A line of masked men, Jayden’s personal hit squad entered, rifles leveled.Kola swallowed ha
Chapter 121 — The War Budget
The room was dim, lit by the flicker of an old kerosene lamp. The faces around Jayden looked worn fighters, traders, informants men and women who had bled for a kingdom that was now built on smoke and fear. Malikah stood at his side, arms crossed, a quiet sentinel. The Burned Boy leaned against the wall, his eyes colder than they used to be. The rebellion was breathing again, but the lungs were cracked too many promises, too little money.Jayden dropped a stack of crumpled bills on the table. It wasn’t enough to fuel a week’s worth of operations. “We’re running dry,” he said. “And the puppetmaster’s tightening every route. The cops take our cash, the banks flag every move. If we don’t refill the veins, the city eats us.”Malikah’s jaw tightened. “Then we sell what they can’t trace. Weapons, protection, fear. You taught them what power costs. Time they start paying again.”Jayden’s eyes flickered not with greed, but survival. “Street taxes?”She nodded. “Not like before. This time, we