"Argh!"
Lincoln cried out in pain and flew backwards.
Randall and the other mutants frowned. Their expressions did not look too good.
"Mr. Jordan, you're so cool! Beat that person who likes to play with wooden clubs to death!"
Salvatore clapped and cheered.
"Damn it…"
Lincoln retreated on the beach. Jordan was clearly not satisfied yet. He wanted to punch again.
He used his telekinesis again to control everything nearby.
However, there was still too little!
Apart from sand, shells and small stones, there was also seawater, planes and cafes.
Randall slowly took out his phone. When the other mutants saw the Chief's actions, they also took out their phones. They seemed to want Lincoln to use their phones as weapons to resist Jordan.
However, after some thought, Randall put his phone back.
With Jordan's domineering power, these smartphones were useless.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
