Underground is underground. Commercial is commercial. There's a market for both, and both get money.
Jammy shared one such place with Zane as well.
The man wanted to buy things and if he brought them in the normal market, he might be suspected. The wardens had already seen them in the masks, they might be on the lookout for such people.
Jammy knew that so he suggested one thing.
But he stopped because he didn't want them to go there.
However, Zane insisted and Jammy ended up revealing the place.
"The underground. Or as they say…"
Jammy inhaled and peering in Zane's eyes, he revealed the name of the place.
"The Hidden Dwarkam."
Silence.
Then Zane asked, "If it's hidden how do you know it?"
Jammy wrinkled his nose. "Seriously?"
"What?" Zane didn't understand.
Jammy came closer to Zane.
"You keep your little snake hidden but I still know what is under your pants. Is that logic enough or do you want more?"
"No. That's enough. And it's… not that little."
Jammy scoffed.
