Inside a dimly lit room, centered by an old wooden table covered in market maps and control charts, sat Al-Jallok. His eyes tracked red dots moving across the paper. Beside him stood the Leader of the Raddmiya, reporting the latest updates.

  “Al-Wali Street has fallen.”

  “Yeah... Janna 13 is pushing hard, and his men are closing in on the Golden Engine.”

  Al-Jallok closed his eyes briefly, as if pulling memories from a buried past. He knew the Golden Engine wasn’t just a location—it was the market’s lifeblood. Outside, the formations of Janna 13 advanced steadily, led by the man himself. Silent, but his eyes spoke loudly: "This is only the beginning."

  ...

  The next day, Al-Fateh and his deputy Mohyi walked into Al-Jallok’s war room. The atmosphere was thick, calm but tense.

  Al-Fateh said, voice deep and certain,

  “We can stop Janna 13—but it comes at a price.”

  Al-Jallok replied,

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  “Name it.”

  Mohyi leaned in, his tone sharp:

  “Zone Electric 1... we want it.”

  Al-Jallok stared at the map. Moments passed in silence. Then finally,

  “Let me think on it.”

  ...

  All around the market, the political buzz grew louder.

  Youssef and Younis sat with Al-Zanan, whispering:

  “This is getting serious. The fight between Janna 13 and Al-Jallok is reaching its peak.”

  Elsewhere, Toshka, Jaksa, and Wad Rumeila were deep in talk:

  “Al-Jallok isn’t what he used to be... his zone’s falling apart.”

  Wad Rumeila added:

  “If he goes down, the entire market changes.”

  Meanwhile, Al-Ratiba and Janna al-Maghariba discussed a new twist:

  “The last two members of the 16 joined Janna 13?”

  “Yeah... the balance might be tipping.”

  And alone in the corner, Abu Silk murmured to himself:

  “Something big is coming... I can feel it.”

  ...

  Al-Jallok finally called in Al-Fateh and Mohyi. They sat at the same old table.

  “I accept. Zone Electric 1 for your help.”

  Before he could finish, a follower rushed in:

  “Al-Wali Street is back under control!”

  Everyone looked at each other.

  The game had just shifted.

  ...

  In the Council of 16, word spread of the return of Abu al-Abbas and Wad al-Gadarif.

  “They don’t come back for nothing...”

  Mohyi smirked and whispered,

  “Al-Jallok’s cooking something big.”

  Janna 13, seated across the room, said calmly:

  “Let’s flip the board together.”

  And as night covered the city, the flames of war began to spark in silence.