Fifty

Mr warren parked his car, middle of the night in the cold empty street, waiting for Alan to show up. He got a text earlier from him, that they needed to meet, and it's urgent.

Mr warren declined, until the next day, but Alan insisted that he can't wait, and here he was in the middle of the cold night, waiting for him, but there was no sight of him.

Five more minutes into waiting, he saw a car with its light shining brightly, heading towards he's direction.

He got nervous when the car continued approaching him, and suddenly, the car halt, and its light turned off.

Mr warren quickly pulled a stick from his car, just in case he has to defend himself, from whoever the figure is.

The figure leisurely stride towards him. Just when he lifts the stick up, positioning it to attack, he heard his name.

"Mr Warren, it's me, Alan." He heard, and pulled the stick away.

"Why did you have to make me come out? It's too late, and it's risky."

"It's risky for you, not me, when I have my guards with me, I