In New York, the former Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was officially renamed Xavier's School for Mutant Talent Management.
The school had become an academy, and the term "Mutant" officially appeared in its name as well. It was no longer like Professor Charles's old so-called school for gifted youngsters, with its attempts at concealment.
Jean sat in her office, issuing orders.
"They need thirty Mutants with surveying experience to develop Mars? Heh, they don't need that many. We'll only provide ten slots, and they'll need to sign formal labor contracts."
"A learning commission from the Department of Mutant Affairs? Hypocritical political maneuvering. Accept it, but we need to assign accompanying personnel."
With her return, Beast still handed over his authority over the Mutants. In a word, he was too weak!
Beast was never a hero suited for combat. He had neither speed nor strength. Covered in blue fur, he might scare tourists in a haunted house, but among Mutants who constantly talked about remaking heaven and earth, his meager fighting ability simply could not keep them in line.
Many young Mutants were troublemakers. Once they fought him and discovered that this so-called Mutant leader was pathetically weak, how could anyone expect them to bow their heads and obey?
Jean was different. There was no longer any title like White Phoenix or White Phoenix King. She was the human incarnation of Phoenix. Someone dared to stir up trouble? One glance, and they would be tossed into another dimension.
Moreover, women naturally found it easier to earn goodwill. Beast had recently acquired plenty of advanced technology from S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark. His identity as a scientist had overshadowed his role as leader of the Mutants, and he had spent these past days in his laboratory. The transfer of power went smoothly, allowing Jean