沈跃叹了口气，攥着那三百块钱往家走。刚走出超市门口，冷不丁被人从后面捂住了嘴。他吓了一跳，转身就踹过去，喊道：“你小子想干什么？”

来人一甩手，按住沈跃的手腕，嘴角咧开得能夹死苍蝇：“哟，脾气还不小。识相点，哥几个奉三爷之命，送你点‘礼物’。”

沈跃心里咯噔一下，这帮人他见过，是城东有名的地痞，姓胡。三爷是他们头儿，没少在超市附近捣乱。他挣扎着，骂道：“你们这些垃圾！少胳膊少腿的算什么东西？敢动手？”

对方哈哈笑，另一人从腰间掏出把弹簧刀，在沈跃眼前晃了晃：“怎么？不信？给你个机会，滚蛋，不然……”刀尖往他裤裆下面划拉了一下。

沈跃脸一红，但死死咬着牙：“有种劳资跟你拼了！”他突然一脚踹在地上，趁对方没注意，用尽全身力气推开那人的手，抓起旁边的垃圾桶就砸了过去。

那人躲闪不及，被砸得步子都乱。另两人冲上来，按住沈跃的手腕。沈跃疼得直龇牙，低吼：“放开我！再不放……”话没说完，手腕被掐得生疼。

“小子，脾气倔是好事，但也得知道轻重。”为首的人狞笑道，从口袋里掏出个东西，“识相点，这就滚。不然，让你尝尝‘疼’的滋味。”

沈跃Objects to this plan and tries to struggle, but he is unable to break free. He can only struggle in a helples s manner while cursing fiercely in his heart. He thinks: "Damn it, why did this always happen to him? He just wanted to go home and rest after a hard night's work. Who asked for this trouble?"

The man holding the knife looks at him and says, "Shut up and get lost, or you'll really regret it." With that, he threatens to stab沈跃 again with the knife.