These nightclub women, when facing powerful people, would flatter to the point of groveling in the dirt, but they each harbored a savage streak. Now that they knew Fujino Norihiko was on his way down, they certainly weren't going to indulge him anymore.
One moment they were pulling hair, the next throwing wine bottles, and the next their high heels...
"Idiots! You sluts tired of living, huh?" Though Fujino Norihiko had the physical advantage, having drunk quite a bit, and since he couldn't fend off attacks from all sides, he got beaten up by a gang of women without the means to fight back, looking utterly disgraced. He yelled at the men who were watching, "What are you staring at? Help me!"
"Yeah! What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear Minister Fujino calling us to help him?" The facilitator of the gathering, who had just been slapped, touched his face and said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Come on, let's go give him a beating!"
