第一章晓伟智擒欺市霸(4/5)

                                                                                                                                              “打他，砸他，你们这帮窝囊废！”胖家伙恼羞成怒，抬起脚，狠狠地踹了一脚自己面前的跟班，他没有站住，“扑通”一下，跪倒在武晓伟的面前，脑袋被他伸出的大手硬硬地顶住。
                                                                                                                                                                “妈呀，铁掌拳！”
                                                                                                                                                                被大手捏住脑袋的跟班疼得直咧嘴，其他的跟班吓得连忙后退了几步，身体紧紧地贴在看热闹的人群身上。
                                                                                                                                                                “制他们，制这帮小地痞！”看热闹的人群里突然有人大声地喊，“把他们赶出去！”喊声顿时此起彼浮起来，看热闹的人群骚乱起来，挤着、推着，把那群小跟班吓得脸色苍白，转身，也顾不得胖家伙，从人群的缝隙中挤了出去。
                                                                                                                                                                “你给我回大队去！”
                                                                                                                                                                武晓伟跨前一步，一把抓住胖家伙的手腕，像抓住小鸡一样。
                                                                                                                                                                “呦，呦，呦，大哥您轻点儿行不，我的手腕子刚脱了臼。”胖家伙露出一副丧家犬的样子，陪着笑脸，身体瘫软地倒在泥地上。
                                                                                                                                                                “别给我装熊啦！刚才你不是挺横的吗？”武晓伟上前，一手抓住他的黑色薄层皮夹克的脖领子，把他从泥地上提了起来，围观的人群“哈—哈—哈—”地大笑起来。
                                                                                                                                                                突然，围观的人群后面开始骚乱起来，人们脸色苍白地退后，闪到一边，一群黑压压的人群从自由市场的大门外面涌了进来，摆摊的也赶快就位，护住自己的生意。武晓伟口中不言，心中惊恐：是不是那帮小跟班的去叫人，我一个人再有本事也抵挡不住上百人的乱棍啊！刚言未毕，只见逆光中的人群

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