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In Basin City, every district has a flag, every street has a price, and every gang thinks Palm Hill is weak because the Jackalz refuse to sell drugs.
Twenty-two-year-old Malik "King Jackal" Freeman never finished high school, never went to college, and never pretended to be anything but street-raised. But in Palm Hill, his word carries more weight than police badges, cartel money, or mafia suits. His rule is simple: no drugs, no poison, no selling death to his own people.
When the Sanchez Cartel, the Sindaccos, the Triad Warriors, and every other hungry power in Basin City start circling Palm Hill, Malik is forced into a war of false flags, dirty alliances, stolen money, street politics, and blood-soaked loyalty.
Palm Hill doesn't bow.
And the Jackalz don't run.