Cousin Smashed My Load-Bearing Wall for Mahjong, I Reported Him

Five years ago, my uncle's family was cornered, running from loan sharks with nowhere left to turn, and I was the one who lent them my two storefronts on the downtown shopping street, free of charge, to open a fast-food diner. Over these five years, rent in that prime location shot through the roof, and I never asked them for a single cent. My only condition was that the little eight-square-meter storeroom in the corner stayed mine, for storing goods, and they were not to touch it. But today I pushed the door open, and through a cloud of dust, the load-bearing wall of the storeroom was gone.