"T3, 3, 15,000,000"

"......."

"......."

A new competitor?

Where did that voice come from?

The woman and Rodel looked around the area to know the origin of the voice.

After looking around at the unexplainable expressions of the people on the second and first floor, only one person had a different expression.

It was the auctioneer, and that auctioneer, on the other hand, was looking at something as well.

Following the auctioneer's gaze, their sights landed on a room.

Base on this room's location, it appears to be the third floor.....

Wait. Third floor?

Rodel started to frown when he saw the location of the bidder's room.

"So, a new player joined the fray........ This player won't make it easy for us."

.....

*Third floor,third room*

"Well, well, well, looks like only this item can shove interest in me. I really didn't think that this item would show up here anyway, in this auction that is."

Within the room, there was a man. The man had your simple nice average look and the normal brown eyes that anyone would have.

The man was all alone, not a shred of another person's soul was with him.

The man was also wearing a hoodie jacket with green camo design, there was also an appealing dragon tatoo on his neck. His left hand, also had a tatoo which had designs of three stars.

Looking at the rooms of the woman and of Rodel, he simply gave a smirk.

Getting this item?

Nah you ain't getting it. Why? Simple, cause I'm the one getting it. And your not getting a chance to fight for it.

.....

Within the third floor, first room. Rodel was already frowning as hard as one can describe.

He didn't expect the 'new player' to suddenly drop 15 million in one go. The way that this was done was the same way on how the Americans dropped an atomic bomb at Japan which, of course, had devastated the country severely.

Even though, he himself, still have to fight for it. He was ordered to get it, and he would fulfill that order straightly.

"T3, 1, 16,000,000."

......

*Same time as that of Rodel*

Marcos could not stop shivering. Even though the room was brightly lit, which of course won't be seen outside because of the dark glass covering it, the atmosphere within the room made it still made it dark.

The woman had an unexplainable expression.

To her though, she would describe it as, Shock, anger, fear, and hate.

She was shock because of how strong her competitors were.

She was angry because she couldn't get what she want.

Fear engulfed her heart just because of how mysterious and unknown her competitors are to her. Back to her childhood, her father told her once that, the more the enemy fights, the more that enemy is hiding something unknown.

And even she herself is afraid of the unknown.

And lastly, she felt hate. Hate to Rodel and to the man in the third floor, third room. Hate because of the way she was taken down. The style of bringing in bids at the last moment as a way to take her down made her feel humiliated so much.

She hated it.

"T3, 1, 16,000,000."

Raising her head, she simply said her words faintly,

"The voice from the first room...."

The woman intently looked at Rodel's room.

"He's still going even after being thrown by such a bid just right in his own face as an act of humiliation?"

She couldn't understand.

Just who is this person that competed with her at the 17th item? Why is he still going at it?

Now, she felt depressed. This was noticed by Marcos and the others within the room. Marcos simply sighed.

"Well, at least this could be a learning lesson for the corporation president's daughter." He thought.

At most, all they can do now is watch as how this fight goes on.

.....

*Third floor, third room*

The man looked at Rodel's room, his eyes showing a tinged of interest.

"Heeee, that person can actually contend even after I threw that large bid."

The man smiled and said his next words nonchalantly.

"Let's see how long you'll last then."

"T3, 3, 16,500,000."

.....

Few moments had already passed, but to someone like Rodel, who himself, is participating in an auction of this scale, felt like it was eternity.

The bid already increased to 17.5 million.

The battlefield, as how he would presume his current situation, was already turning for the worst, for him that is.

His superiors only gave him 20 million to get those items. When he received the money, he already started to calculate his enemies movements and the amount that he would bid for these items, however, as the saying goes, not everything would always go as planned.

That drop of 15 million dealt a huge blow to his confidence on getting the 18th item.

"T3, 1, 18,000,000."

It sounded calm. The way he said that sounded calm. But in truth however, that was a desperate call for victory.

He glanced at Jose, hoping that they would get something good. But Jose, had the same expression as his.

He frowned at this.

Giving himself for some time to breath in and calm down for a moment.

He asked.

"So? What's their reply?"

When Jose heard this, he weakly looked at Rodel, he himself had a very, very ugly expression at the moment.

"They.... Uh... They..."

Jose stopped, started to stutter as well. Rodel only kept quite as this goes on and on.

He raised his left arm, indicating for Jose to stop and just breath in and out as to at least ease himself from the hypertension he's currently putting himself in.

He also detected the hesitation in Jose's tone of speech just from his stutters. That alone already told him that they didn't got approval of increasing their funds.

He looked at the 'new player' that just joined the fray when the 18th item appeared. After gazing at the room for some time.

While he was gazing at the room, a male voice was heard.

"T3, 3, 20,000,000"

"It has reached our limit......"

Rodel, himself, lowered his head, as he, himself, knows that he is defeated in this round.

There is just truly nothing that he can do at this point.

.....

10 seconds, 15 seconds. Time continued to tick. However, it was silent as a place can be.

The auctioneer looked back and forth between the three third floor rooms.

He was expecting a sudden surprise attack like last time, but it seems that, that expectation, can't be fulfilled this round.

And so, left with no choice of words, he once more said the famous words of an auctioneer.

"Going once......... Going twice.........."

As his last hopes for a surprise attack to come, he said these 'famous words' slowly.

But seeing that there is no indication of action between the three parties. He was left with the last word of those 'famous words'.

"Sold!"