A glint of anger flashed through Abbess Mother Serendipity’s eyes as she scoffed coldly, “Mr. Carter, are you siding with this fraud!?”

The elites like Master Reed and Master Leonard glued their gaze on Zoran.

“Fraud? The rules of the Lion Slaughtering Conference were clearly stated. The right of disposal falls on the winner. My son won the conference, and he has the right of disposal. So whether he does or does not let him go, what does that have to do with all of you?” he smiled faintly.