Bid for it

Alice picked up her bidding pan and took a look at it.

It had a number on it, number 4, but she honestly didn't know how it worked.

It wasn't like she was going to use it to bid but she would hold on to it and not look suspicious.

She looked up. The first item had been brought forth, and everyone interested in it had started bidding, raising the pans, and calling out numbers that she couldn't believe were possible to be casually called.

And it was none other than an S-class helmet. Just what did these wealthy punks need a simple helmet for?

Well, it wasn't that simple and she wouldn't know because she hadn't been paying attention.

"17 million, going once, going, twice," the falcon masked 'MC' took one good look around and then raised his hand in a straight line, yelling, "Sold. Congratulations, number 32, you have successfully won the bid for the temperal helmet."

People clapped and this 'number 32' raised his head in pride.